Chicken Curse

The Real Chicken Curse I was in Haiti on a relief mission to help islanders trying to survive a category 5 hurricane. My truck had broken down and I needed help. I ducked under the shelter of the doorway and knocked. The door opened slowly to reveal one of the tallest, most beautiful women I had ever seen. Her skin was the color of the night and looking into her eyes, I felt like I was looking deep into the heart of the universe. "I am the High Priestess, Queen of the Eternal Power. I control all things good and bad. You may come in and I will fix your problems." I looked up and saw dozens of roosters looking down on me from the rafters. "Those Gamecocks, are they your pets?" I asked. The Priestess laughed, "No, my son. They are my army. No one dares to go against me or they will suffer the wrath of the Chicken Curse." "The Chicken Curse?" I blurted in shock. "I thought that was against the Gamecocks?" Her face suddenly turned angry and the storm seemed to grow instantly in intensity, lightening cracked around us, illuminating the birds above us and they, too, screamed in rage. "The Gamecock uses the weapon of the Chicken Curse to defeat his enemy!" "But, but... I heard that a Clemson man put the curse on the University of South Carolina..." She waved her hand and cut me off. "Stupid! That man is dead. He was found with his heart and eyes eaten out, surrounded by my army of Fighting Gamecocks!"