Rachel Eisensee
Scout ![]() |
This little green-eyed lady might be “Child of nature and a
friend of man”, but don’t let her delicate, good looks fool you folks. Rachel
is as tenacious as a pit bull when it comes to rooting out the denizens of
evil. Fear is the F-word to this little gal. And that is a word she never uses.
There are two mysteries surrounding Rachel. The first mystery is why her
boyfriend, Chad, lets her hang with this bunch of He-Men. The second mystery is
why she would want to?
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Josh Hamm
Scout ![]() |
Josh is a private guy. He was born on a mountain and raised
in a cave, ghost hunting and dancing are all he craves. And he does a hell of
job of both. Heir to the Hamm’s Beer Company fortune, he eschewed riches for
the chance to battle the darkness. His toughness is legendary. He once put out
a cigarette on Chuck Norris’ face, and Chuck answered meekly, “Thank you sir,
may I have another?” Josh just walked away. “No, bitch,” he said,
laughing.
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Andy Ogden
Assistant EVP Guy ![]() |
Andy is an enigma. His hobby is Quantum Physics. He writes haiku and brandishes the rugged good looks of a 70’s porn star (if he could
grow a mustache). Though he was built for violence, he abhors it, until he
comes face to face with an evil entity. His specialties include; Defensive
talking in tongues and screaming like a little girl. Also, he is not afraid to
admit when he is scared (which is most of the time).
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Robert Lowrance
Beer Bitch ![]() |
Since Robert is not yet an official member of Redneck Voodoo,
his job is to observe and to pass beverages to team members. Since ghost hunting
is thirsty business, the importance of his job is incalculable. Robert hopes to
become a member as soon as the team thinks up an appropriate initiation or they
find another beer bitch, whichever comes first.
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James Anderson
Head EVP Technician ![]() |
When a ghost is shy, don’t ask why. Just call James, and what
he calls, his trusty, “Ghost Voice Recording Thingy”. Tech nerds like James use
all kinds of fancy technical terms that those of us with a lower I.Q. don’t
understand, but he has earned the trust of Redneck Voodoo. We may not speak his
language, but he speaks good, “Ghost”.
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Chuck Crouch
Chief Science Officer ![]() |
Chuck is not only wise in the ways of science; he is 6’ 2”
and 110 lbs. of ghost hunting Fury. He can expertly navigate his way around a laboratory,
usually without breaking too many things and he can spew scientific terms with
the best of them, even if he doesn’t know what they mean. Steven Hawking once
said about Chuck: “Charles Crouch represents the great mysteries of science. I’d
love to be there when they cut his head open and examine his brain, when he
dies. It’s people like him that make me feel even smarter”. Heady praise, I
would say.
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Ryan Beerly
Spiritual Liaison ![]() |
The Reverend Ryan Beerly received his ordination from the
prestigious, Universal Life Church, internet site. Not just anyone is accepted
into their ranks. You must first go there and fill out a form. Not only is Ryan
the team’s, strobe light operator, he is fearless in the face of supernatural threat.
Evil is aware of his credentials and fear his mighty presence. He is also
available for weddings, Bar Mitzvahs and exorcisms.
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Nelson Webb
Scribe ![]() |
Nelson is the elder statesman (not by much) of the group.
Though he is an active ghost hunter, he is also observer and chronicler of the
Voodoo team’s exploits. Poetic, articulate and wise, (and an all-around great
guy) he puts down for posterity, the great and noble acts of selflessness
performed by these undaunted warriors (which he hopes to sell at a later date,
to the highest bidder).
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It has been a pleasure to introduce you to these modern men women of valor. It is my hope that the world can read these words and know without question that they can sleep safely in their beds tonight. It is for you that they toil tirelessly in the never ending battle against the evil entities that would commit all manner of atrocities against you. So if you happen upon one of these courageous individuals on the street, don’t bother to thank them. Just nod and say, “Voodoo Baby”. They’ll get it.







