The Wooden Baby a Tale from Suriname
This happened 4 years ago September 3rd (my dads birthday). The next day my dad went to work, but he said to my mom that his shoes where too heavy. The next day after that he go really sick and couldn’t walk.
He was like a baby we had to do everything for him just like one, we had to feed him,bath him etc. Until one day he met an old guy named paké, some sort of witch doctor (here in Suriname we call it a dresi mang), and he told my dad someone where he works had sent an evil entity for him.
So pake helped my dad with some herbs or something but it wasn’t strong enough to remove it. My dad then slept in my room where there was a little statue of Christ in my room, but every time my dad closed his eyes to sleep he saw the statue flying all over the room wildly. …