My name is Odilia and my story? Well now that is a hard tail to tell but here it is none the less
I was born on a dark and stormy night, now I know most start that off with a ghost story but in my case it's how my story started.
I was born to Jezebel and Ethan Keller on august 27th and they couldn't have been happier. They took me home and my mother held onto me whenever she had the chance. My father worked as a doctor in the city and my mother was a painter known trough out New Orleans.
We had a good life until one day my father left us or so my mother told me any way...I am still not sure if that is true even to this day really.
My mother had secrecly gotten into Voodoo and was going all the time to learn all she could and when I was 5 years old my mother took me out of my bed and brought me to a room where some people were standing and she told me they needed my help to feel better and of course being a child I agreed.
My mother started the ritual and when she did so I started to feel strange and a bit weak and when I told her she just said it would be alright and then a dark cloud came out of the person in the room and my mother chanted as it came toward me and went inside and when I fell the chanting stopped..all I remember next is waking up in my bed the next morning like nothing happened and figuring it was just a dream.
This ritual went on for many years after that, I was never fully aware when they were being done and since there didn't seem to be any lasting effects my mother saw no harm in it.
When I turned 18 things changed, I started to act differently and more agressive and at times I would yell at my mother and threaten her, but when she would ask me about it later I never knew what she was talking about because that was never me...you see all those rituals were to get rid of the dark spirits within the people...their sins if you will and they needed a place to go so my mother used me as the vessel.
My mother saw how I was acting and stopped the rituals after a while but one night when I was sleeping I woke up went down to the kitchen to get something to eat and that is when I saw all the blood and my mother's body lying dead on the floor.
I yelled and wasn't sure what to do but then I looked in the mirror seeing a dark grin on my face and that scared me, it was then that I noticed the blood on my hands and when the cops came in they saw all that and I was arrested.
Having no family that wished to take me in I was sent to the mental hospital in town because they thought I was crazy but I knew better.
I lived in that place until I was 25 and they thought I was cured and so I was let out and went to live in a home they provided for me in the french quarter of New Orleans.
Everything was fine for a while but one day when I was in collage I saw a bully attacking a girl and something snapped within me as I attacked him beating him almost to death and showing extreme strength though only the one that I saved saw this and she kept it to herself.
I am now 40 years old and work as private detective, finding those that most can not but I am also a supernatural detective solving the crimes that most can not understand.
I have gotten control over the 'voices' but they are always there whispering to me and at times they still get control for they are many and they are powerful as well. Most call it split personality but in truth it is just the many spirits that my mother put in me for so many years... after all they needed a place to go to be able to free the people of them.
Well now you know my story so come and get to know me but I warn you, you never know who you may meet...myself or the others.
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