The Church might be divided on the topic, but things were different in the South. There wasn’t a God-fearing soul in Louisiana who didn’t believe in ghosts as well as the great savior in the sky. There was voodoo in the soil, his mother always said, running in the water and making everyone half mad. Ghosts and rougarous and the devil, wandering the streets and waiting to pull your soul down into the murky waters of the bayou.
