The Hoodoo Box - Part 3 (Reformatted)- Originally posted on /r/nosleep on 8/18/2013 WITH 8/19 update due to video response from TheMantle

Talk about an omen.
When I pulled up into my parent's driveway, my brother came out to greet me. I opened the door of my car and recoiled at the sound of cicadas. They were so loud that we nearly had to shout to hear each other (granted, it was not as loud as that day in the woods, but still powerful).

We had some pizza while talking about theology and art and everything in between. I think we both really just needed to keep our minds off of our fears. We didn't mention the box at all; in fact I left it in my car until this morning.

But, in the immortal words of Michael Bluth: "Well, guess every vacation's got to come to an end."

After lunch, we resigned ourselves to action. We went upstairs to my old room and cut the tape. I held my breath as I reluctantly opened the box. We filmed it, and I will post the link to the video after I tell you what happened.

At the moment I opened the box... Nothing happened. I opened my eyes and looked down to see a set of contents that was new to me. The pipe was in there. The little cross from the red root bag was in there. The box was otherwise empty except for an old, brittle piece of paper with writing on it. The paper had broken into six squares due to creasing and age. Whoever (and I'm assuming that it was the guy from the woods) had put it in the box had taped it back together. I scanned it for you all to see, but here's the transcript:

We, the undersigned, hereby enter into an agreement; with all our bodily, mental, and spiritual faculties, that we and our lineage, both by blood and by mantle, will protect the secret of the abomination; its whereabouts, its seal, its rescission, and its rituals.
In addition, the rituals may be communicated only once per generation; and we, the undersigned, and our progeny, by blood or mantle, may not touch, disturb, or otherwise molest its place of incarceration. We affirm, with our blood as seal upon the lock and upon this document, that we and the keepers that follow in our path shall not violate this agreement with understanding of the guarantee of sudden death.
With Ink and blood, we vow to preserve the natural order by protection of its place and procedure. The Lock is hidden. The Keys are scattered.

Signed, this day, the 31st of October, 1950,

James E. McTeer jr.
Beaufort, SC

Doctor Eagle
Beaufort, SC

"Miss Jeanine" Ramsey
Charleston, SC

(Either Randal, Rendal, or Rondal) Lee
Pickens, SC




So, at this point, I am not sure what to do next. We didn't die. I don't believe we've been cursed, and we're not quite as nervous as before. It seems more like the dude from the woods (and I am assuming he is some sort of Root Doctor) is giving us information- but I can't make heads or tails of any of it.

Can anyone make any sense of this?

Before I sign off for the night, I will include the links:

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IMPORTANT UPDATE 8/19: I just received a video response on the youtube video. It's weird. Watch it: