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" Who are you and how did you get in my house!?" She raised the bat up like she was getting ready to knock his head off. " Don't swing!" She lowers the bat feeling bad that she scared this homeless man half to death. " I'm so sorry that I scared you, but where did you come from?" " The doll." He pointed to the mantle where the doll was no longer at. " Yeah nice try now come with me." ~ ~ ~ She sat at her dining table watching the man chow down on her homemade gumbo. " This is really good." " Thank you now let's try this again. Where did you come from?" " Like I said the doll you brought me home from that evil place." " Keith right?" " Yes ma'am." " What year do you think it is?" " 1833." New Orleans where spirits and the dead walk freely and where voodoo can either reward your life or destroy it.