During the time I spent with my voodoo mentor Earl Marlowe (1980s/90s), he’d often point to signs that spirits or “haints” were around. We might be walking through woodland or a city street. Either way, he’d grab my arm and point at something saying: “There’s a spirit nearby.”
Earl would also relate the various conjure lore surrounding the presence of spirits.
“A sure sign that spirits are about is if a rabbit or black cat runs across your path in the moonlight,” he said once. “Or if you feel a cold current of air, a cool wind on your back, it’s a haint brushing past you. And when you hear the soft murmur of the forest trees, when no wind is blowing, it is the whispering of ghosts.”