Terror Firsthand #96: The Black Magic and Voodoo Hex

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try anything dangerous at home.

Warning: extreme terror, explicit sexual content 

Terror Firsthand: The Black Magic and Voodoo Hex

Giovan's new porn film titled Bitch Boy #1

A few days later, Giovan made another gay porn called Bitch Boy #1. I clicked on a preview and he was nude on his knees. There was a line of men squirting semen on his face one by one. Giovan never wiped the semen off. He let the semen pile up until all the gay men were finished and then he took his hand and started wiping it off of his face and licking it off of his fingers. It was the most degrading thing I had ever seen. Giovan was extremely gay and turnt out. I couldn't take it anymore, I exited off the porn and went back to minding my business. 

I then started watching The Devil's Universe with Dustin Moore and Khadija Green was on there in a virtual meeting with Dustin.

"So Khadija, Frank DaVoucci says you're dating his baby mother, is that true?" Asked Dustin.

"I don't even know what his stinky baby mother looks like." Said Khadija. 

"Here's a photo of her. Do you recognize her? Her name is Shaniqua Black." Said Dustin, as he put a picture of Shaniqua on the screen.

"Hell no. I never met that broad a day in my life. I work with a Shaniqua Black at the Holy River Ministries but that's not the same Shaniqua. Frank DaVoucci has the Shaniqua Black that works here mixed up with his baby mother. I don't know her, and I'm not gay. I'm only into men. Frank is confused and doesn't have his information straight." Khadija Green said.

"Oh ok. I get it. So how do you feel about Giovan going back to men? I mean there's videos of him out there letting every man in sight squirt cum all over his face." Said Dustin.

"He made that choice. He was gay before I met him. I can't turn a gay man straight. I tried. I failed. I'm moving on, and I'm not going to let my HIV status bring me down. I'm very happy." Khadija Green said.

"So you still work at Holy River Ministries?" Asked Dustin.

Khadija Green 

"Yes I do." Said Khadija Green.

"I knew Frank had to be lying. There's no way that person could be that gay." I said outloud. 

"Are you dating anyone?" Asked Dustin.

"Not at the moment." Replied Khadija Green. "Jesus is my boyfriend and God is the head of my life." She continued. 

I changed the channel and went to Frank DaVoucci's channel. He was on there bragging about Giovan letting men f*ck.

"Enyoazz is my boy. I'm so proud of him. He's my bottom bi*ch forever. So far, he has made Daddy so rich." Said Frank, holding up a bunch of money that Giovan made for him. Frank DaVoucci changed his look alot. One minute he had dreads, next minute he had a close cut. One time he didn't even have facial hair. 

Then he gave a tour of the inside of his Beverly Hills house. It was really nice, and the rent was $15,000 a month he claimed. He had a walk in closet with lots of designer clothes, a basketball court, a pool, a movie theater, a bar, a pool room, a podcast studio, a photography studio, and a nightclub all inside of his house.

Frank DaVoucci inside of his house 

Frank DaVoucci showed his master bedroom, where he and Giovan sleeps. It was large and had a jacuzzi in there. I couldn't believe a man from Peanut City Virginia, made it that far. He just had to get gay to get there. 

Later on that afternoon, I received a threat from Shaniqua Black. The message read,

Don't come back over here tard because imma do to you what Frank is doing to Giovan. I got a lot of dykes ready to sit on your face and smear their juices on you.

I messaged the dyke bully back and said,

F*ggot piece of sh*t! You ain't going to do sh*t to me because I'll blast your gay ass! 

The dyke wrote back and said,

You ain't going to do a damn thing to me. Like Frank, I always get what I want. 

I immediately called the phone company and changed my number. I was tired of the threats and the gay ass disrespect. There was no way on earth I was going to get turned out by that stinky lesbian fraud. I don't care how many dyking predators she had lined up. I'll leave this earth before I let something that gay happen to me. 

What was Frank DaVoucci's rich ass doing for that thirsty bi*ch anyway? She had way too much time on her hands. His baby mother seemed extremely petty. 

I grilled a beef hotdog and ate some plain potato chips and drank a diet Pepsi. Then I packed up my gear and left Oklahoma City and drove to Baton Rouge Louisiana. Soon I got there, I got pulled over by the police for speeding. I was given a ticket and then sent on my way. I didn't even wanna be there anymore. It doesn't take much for my vibe to get killed. 

I went to a voodoo priest nearby. I walked into the store and told the priest I was being bullied.

At the botanica in Louisiana talking to a Santero

"I'm being bullied by someone that I don't know. The person is gay and they keep saying that they're going to rape me and turn me into their little bi*ch." I stated.

"Do you know the person's name?" Asked the priest.

"Yes." I replied. 

"Do you have a picture of them?" Asked the priest.

"Yes." I replied. I was going to use the picture from Dustin Moore's podcast.

"Ok. Well. You're going to buy this black candle, dress it with Go Away Evil oil, Hex oil, Black Arts oil, and banishing oil. Write go away and the person's name on the back of the photo 50 times. Put a drop of each oil on the photo. Then wave the photo in Go Away Evil incense 50 times while telling the person to go away. Then you're going to burn the candle on top of the picture for 7 days. After the 7th day, burn the photo to ashes while telling the person to go away." Said the priest.

"Next, Take the ashes and take the empty candle and leave it at a graveyard or cemetery, while sprinkling the ashes. Walk backwards out of the cemetery while crossing your heart and spraying yourself with Florida Water. After you do that, the person will leave you alone forever. I wrote this down on this piece of brown paper bag so you won't forget it. Understand?" The priest asked.

"Yes I understand." I said. 

I paid for the candle and other ingredients and then went to a drugstore to print out a picture of Gayniqua Black. Then I did everything the priest told me to do. It would take 7 days to make Gayniqua Black go away. 

While I was in Baton Rouge, I stayed to myself. I felt the presence of voodoo, almost to the extreme of Florida, but not quite as potent. Florida voodoo is 99.9% potent and Louisiana Voodoo is about 85% potent. Anyway, I didn't know what to watch so I watched the old episode of me on Get On Yo Knees and watched all of my music videos back to back, while I prayed for Shaniqua and her horny, freak lesbian, man-stealing entourage to back the f*ck off of me. 

Alone reading tarot 

While at a secluded campsite, I reminisced about the last time I was in Louisiana and how I tried to rob Dinero Marc for his weed, and how I made a hit with Ray Rock, and how I owned a botanica of my own. Things just weren't the same anymore. The vibe was just off and I knew that something didn't feel right. I started reading a pack of tarot cards and I pulled The Sun Card. I interpreted the card meaning, and I figured that there would be a positive energy flowing in my direction very soon.