Cave of Souls
This story is inspired by me, thanks to all the dodgy horror movies I saw since I was a kid.
Many a times I thought to myself I could write a better story than that and finally in my 30’s I pulled it off. I dedicate this to my mother and sister who let me watch my movies in peace.
To my son, who now watches with me and my dog, who is no longer here. And to my special someone who encouraged me to write this down. I hope you have a great time reading this,
and if you think you can do better than me, go ahead and write one. Good luck.
In Western Africa, Benin, the cradle of voodoo is a small village outside Abomey Calavi. A dark secret lurks among the elderly people and the Manba, the voodoo high priest. An untold mystery that unfolds in the curves of the gigantic waterfall and the crevices of confusing caves. A group of college students from Boston Theological institute accompanied by Dakarai a local man, come face to face with the ancient secret that haunts the village.
Their attempt to unravel the mystery, takes them through a journey beyond words. They realize there is no return and go head on with whatever courage they can gather, but the end is not always pleasant, especially something which involves voodoo……………
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