Ivana

I didn't know who he was talking to.

But I can tell whoever he's calling, he's talking to people in Haiti because he's speaking and swearing in Creole.

He's asking, like, please do something.

I have to bring my niece to Pennsylvania now.

After maybe 30 minutes more of circling around, he finally decides to get to the house.

We park in front of the house and he bolts right out of the car and into the house.

Nobody was in the house at the time.

It was just me and him.

I head to the kitchen, trying to find some food, but there's nothing.

No leftovers, nothing I can make, nothing.

So I just go sit back down.

After he makes a few phone calls, he seemed less afraid.

And you know, he just said, hey, okay, let's go.

So we are finally about to head out.

Uncle John opens the door and he just starts screaming.

I look through the screen door and I see these burning chickens again.

Some way, somehow they found us.

They were next to the car.

They're like kind of guarding the car so that we couldn't leave.

Uncle John is screaming.