If you have ever walked the dark, rainy streets of the French Quarter at night, you have seen the voodoo shops selling their gris-gris and John-the-Conqueror Root. You've seen the old woman in the French Market whose pointing finger foretells your death And if you know the right person to ask and you ask in the right way, you'll be shown to the vampire clubs.
I've been in those clubs and seen people who believe with their heart, body, and soul that they are real, live vampires. And some of the people in those clubs are scared to death of a select group of vampires who have only appeared there a few times, and always in the darkest of night.
By day, of course, the vampire clubs are closed and locked or turned back into regular tourist bars . . .
--Crazy Horse's Ghost


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