With what forgotten dread mumblings does a voodoo lady curse her voodoo curse? Why are the trees speaking (and why do they swear so much)? How can the cop trust anything he finds and how can he let everyone know what's happening before he returns bloody to the earth?
The world is a nuanced place and it seems that the only way to figure it out is to watch the way the leaves blow. You must see what ancient forces unknown act upon the town, whence they came, and how they can be stopped. Otherwise your little village will fall to a darker order of things.