several local men and women came walking over the meadows , their bodies moving in unfamiliar ways : their voices , when they spoke , were the voices of the loa who rode them : a tall black man spoke in the voice of papa legba who opens the gates ; while baron samedi , the voudon lord of death , had taken over the body of a teenage goth girl from chattanooga , possibly because she possessed her own black silk top hat , which sat on her dark hair at a jaunty angle .