What A Day...

Juju is a business woman. She loves money, but thought that lately money wasn't enough. She dibbled and dabbled into something dark. See, Voodoo runs deep in her southern roots, and she'd begun to feel a presence or perhaps some type of void. Money, and men and occasionally women could not feel that void. She knows what she needs to do, but is somewhat scared. Her family legacy had been passed down in the form of a box. Every memory good and bad, and trinkets - all passed down to her. She had yet opened it, and really no one in nearly 50 years had. It was considered bad mojo. She'd remembered the stories told by her Gram and Pop about the darkness inside. However, she was itching to open it. Besides if it was so called bad mojo inside the damn box, why had her family kept it. So, one night Juju was bored and opened the damn box.