Because sometimes you need to honor those that came before us...silence is golden...

The well holds many secrets...Poppa has dug with his bare hands till they are cut and bloody...finally Momma gets him to lay down after...

The children are ill...mother is concerned...father can't help or won't help...mother is at a loss...

Papa is home - but not the man he once was...the children hear momma trying to comfort him in the night. All this talk about what has...

The past and present are colliding...the spirits are spilling out on the land ...pain and fear are what they are feeding on...agony has...

Time is not good for the family...not the friends...the spirits want something or someone...who do they want?

Secrets buried inside the well...things they didn't want to tell...

Who started it all? Momma Voodoo knows...

What secrets did they keep?

Tell Momma - when it's dark - black as pitch who do you want to hold your hand or dry your tears...

It may be cold and dark now...but so is the heart of the Husband Hunter - winter hasn't slowed her down - are you next? #dream