Voodoo Road Rage

A careless shout at a red light in Lafayette seems like nothing more than road rage—until a furious driver chants a curse and promises twenty-four hours of hell. Weeks later, the clock apparently starts. From a predawn charley horse and a hallway slip into the dog’s mess to a freezing shower, a flat tire, and a spare that’s no help, Mark’s day spirals. He rushes to work only to hear his department is gone in a buyout, then discovers his long-awaited package has been lifted from the porch. Relief keeps slipping away: popcorn cracks a tooth, a DIY tire fix shatters his phone, and a letter from the tax office demands money he wasn’t expecting.

The hits keep coming at dinner when a bite of chicken lodges in his throat and he nearly blacks out before a desperate Heimlich saves him, leaving him sore and stunned. Just when the day should be over, the source steps out from the shadows: a Facebook message from the same woman at the light, the one who took photos of his plates and promised misery, now asking how his bad luck day went, topped with a mocking emoji. That taunt reframes everything and drags the story to the edge of belief.

We walk through the full timeline with sharp detail and a mix of humor and dread, exploring how superstition, voodoo lore, and the psychology of expectation collide on a single awful day. Was it a real curse, a self-fulfilling prophecy, or a brutal chain of coincidences amplified by stress? Along the way, we unpack why rare events cluster, how fear tunes our attention, and why some stories stick to your mind long after the road is quiet. If you enjoy eerie true tales, road-trip horror, and skeptical questions about fate, you’ll feel right at home here.

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Transcript

Host Opens And Teases Story

SPEAKER_00 0:14

Hello, my little freebies. It is I, the Master Free. And it's time for another episode. Now I know what you're thinking. You're wondering exactly. How low can I go?

Vacation Continues And Returns Home

The Worst Day Begins

Job Loss And Stolen Package

Breaks Tooth And Phone

Taxes, Choking, And Final Tally

SPEAKER_01 0:40

Tonight's story, Voodoo Road Rage Curse. My name is Mark and in 2017 I was cursed by a voodoo witch while traveling through Louisiana. I was taking my family on a vacation and we were driving from Houston, Texas to Walt Disney World in Orlando, Florida. This was about a 960-mile drive, and we expected to be on the road for a minimum of 13 hours. But that's okay because we have plenty of time. Actually I was looking forward to getting out of town and enjoying the road trip. My family consists of my wife Susan and our eight-year-old twin boys, Bobby and Jack. We planned on breaking up the long drive by stopping and spending the night in New Orleans and Tallahassee, Florida. And since I was traveling with a couple of eight-year-olds, I didn't want to spend more than about five hours a day in the car. In New Orleans, it's a little bit out of our way, but since I've never been there, we decided to take a small detour to visit the city and take a look around. But on the way to New Orleans we had to go through another town called Lafayette. While driving through Lafayette, we stopped at a children's museum of Acadiana and we spent a few hours walking around. As we were pulling out of the museum parking lot, a car ran right up on the back of me and skidd on their brakes and started honking their horn. And then the car whipped around us and almost ran me off the road. And we both had to stop at a red light, so I rolled down my window and I yelled at the lady who was driving. Watch what the hell you're doing. Learn how to drive. But the lady of the other car rolled down her window and started yelling back at me. She was a large black woman and she was really pissed off. She started chanting some kind of voodoo chant, something about me having twenty four hours of pure hell. It was hard to understand her because she had a heavy Cajun accent. She whipped out a smartphone and took pictures of me, and I assumed it was to plaster it all over the internet to humiliate me or something like that. The light turned green and I drove away, and I could still see her in my rear view mirror taking pictures of the back of my car. Susan, my wife, said, just forget about her and let's get on the road again. But it just so happened that a police car was behind me, and the policeman saw the entire incident. He pulled the other car over and I decided to stop too. We were both on the side of the road, and the policeman went up to the window of the other car and started talking to the lady. After a few minutes, he walked up to my side of the car and started talking to me. The cop said, Man, that is one pissed off lady. She claims that you pulled out in front of her and she had to slam her brakes in order not to hit you. And she said something about putting a voodoo curse on you, something about having twenty four hours of bad luck. And I said, Well great, that's just what I need. And the cop and I both kind of laughed about it a little bit, and he said, Well, there was no accident, so just be careful and have a nice day. We put the voodoo lady in our rear view mirror, and I joked with my wife. I guess I have a full day of bad luck coming pretty soon, but it's a good thing that I don't believe in that kind of crap. And we continued on our vacation, and we had a lot of fun. I had forgotten all about the Voodoo lady and the curse until I was travelling back through Lafayette, Louisiana on the way home. I said to my wife, Remember this town? This is where that crazy lady put a voodoo curse on me. And we both laughed about it and continued back to our home in Houston. About three weeks after our vacation, I get a Facebook friend request from Julie. I had no idea who this person was, but they did look a little familiar. I get friend requests all the time, so I really didn't think much about it. I just approved the request. September thirteenth, twenty seventeen the worst day of my life. It was on a Wednesday and the day started at five fifty three AM for me as I remember the time because I got an incredible painful charlie horse in my left leg. I rolled around in pain for a good two minutes and then it finally went away. I haven't had one of those in years. Since I usually get up for work at 7 AM, I decided to just stay awake. I got on my computer and I tried to check my email. However, my computer was doing some kind of internet update and it wouldn't let me log on. So I went down the hall toward the kitchen to get my first cup of coffee. The hall was dark and I slipped and fell on the floor. I noticed a horrible but familiar smell. Oh god, I just stepped in the middle of a pile of dog shit. And that's when I fell and I got it all over my back. Oh. I jumped into the shower as quick as I could to clean up, and I was blasted by freezing cold water. I had no choice. I didn't have time to let the water get warm because I was covered in dog crap. I just wanted to get the smell off of me. I finally got cleaned up and dressed, and I went out to my car and I found that I had a flat tire. Oh great, that's just what I need. I looked in the trunk and found my spare tire, but it was flat too. I knew I had to get to work, and I didn't have time to mess with my car, so I called an Uber driver and I got to work. I arrived at work just in time to attend a very important meeting. The management wanted to talk to all of the employees in my department, and that is when I found out that our company was bought out by a larger company and they didn't need our department anymore. So in other words, I was out of a job. I cleaned out my desk and I got another Uber driver to get a ride back home. By then it was about 1 PM. I finally got on my computer and I looked at my email. I noticed that I had received a package from Amazon. Finally something good is happening. I'm getting a new fishing reel. I had been waiting for this to be delivered. I went out to the front porch to get my new fishing reel, but it was gone. Someone had stolen my package off my front porch. Oh man, what a day. I just need a little relaxation time, so I decided to watch a little afternoon TV. And I popped some popcorn and I sat down to watch the TV, but I bit down on a seat and it cracked my tooth. And I still had a flat tire to deal with too. Man. So I went into the garage and I got Jack's bicycle air pump. I wanted to see if I could get enough air in my tire to drive to the tire store. I didn't want to have to change the tire myself, and as I bent over to attach the air pump, my iPhone fell out of my shirt pocket and smashed on the pavement, and sure enough the screen was cracked. When my wife finally got home after work, she stopped off at the mailbox and got the mail. I received the letter from the Harris County Tax Office, which stated that my house was undervalued for the past three years, and they wanted me to pay an additional$643 in taxes. That night at dinner I was telling Susan, my wife, about what a really bad day I was having, and then suddenly I started to choke. I thought I was going to die. Susan came around from behind me and did a hemlock maneuver, and a piece of chicken flew out of my mouth and I gasped for air. I noticed that I was in a lot of pain and I think maybe she broke one of my ribs. I was ready for this day to end. It was starting to get dark and I couldn't wait for the day to end. This had been a really bad day and I was ready for it to be over with. I started a day off with a Charlie horse. I stepped in some dog shit. I had a freezing cold shower, a flat tire, I lost my job, I lost my new fishing reel, I broke a tooth on some popcorn, and then I broke my iPhone and I got a new bill from the tax office and I almost choked to death all in the past twenty four hours. Before I went to bed that night I logged into Facebook and I got a message from Julie. Now I remember who she was. This was the Voodoo lady from Lafayette. I remember her taking my picture and pictures of the back of my car. She must have my license plate number because she tracked me down on Facebook. Julie sent me a direct message and asked me how my bad luck day was going, and then she used a little emoji of a smiley face squeaking at me. I immediately unfriended her, and I didn't want to piss her off anymore. I just wanted her to go away. But now I am a believer of voodoo curses. After September 13th, 2017, I am a true believer of voodoo. This is something that you just don't want to mess around with. Looking back on this, I'm just happy that the voodoo lady only cursed me for a day and not an entire week. If someone puts a voodoo curse on you, I recommend just staying in bed until the curse ends. You have been listening to Creep Radio. It's funny and spooky at the same time. Oh, never listen alone. And subscribe. Share with your friends. Don't forget to give it a thumbs up in fun of stumers. Don't make me come looking for you in your nightmares.