I am living a miserable life. A man I once loved has taken me for a ride and had my womb dissappear. He made me live with an unknown creature unknowingly. I have sent a video of what the creature looked like and I will share my story with you.
I dated a guy who was filthy rich and I was a beautiful girl, young and attracted to money. It has never crossed my mind how or when this man made his money.
He was very rich but you'd never hear him talk about a job or businesses, he was always available. His job was just to spend his money.
Ever since I met that man I lived a very soft life, he wasnt South African so I assumed maybe he had lucrative businesses abroad. But the truth of the matter is as much as I was introduced to a wealthy lifestyle there was something off.
We dated for 4 years but in that four years I'd never been to his apartment. He instead bought me and apartment he would only come to visit. At some point insinuated that he could be married with kids that's why I've never been to his apartment.
I did my research with a whole lot of stalking and there was no signs of marriage. The thing is whenever this man was not at my apartment it always felt like there was somebody there with me.
It always felt like I'm being watched or something. One day when I busy doing my make up on the mirror preparing to attend a friend's funeral. I saw something peeking at me from the ceiling. I looked up and there was nothing.
Our ceiling door trap was in the corridor where there is also a huge mirror which I prefer using. That wasn't the first time I felt like something lived in the ceiling. There was a day when I thought I was hearing weird sounds and banging up the ceiling.
I called my man to come home urgently. I explained, he came carrying a big refusal bag, he refused for me to see what's in the plastic and said it's their cultural things that they use when they feel like the house has negative energy.
The plastic had a smell of raw meat. But I was told not to ask questions so I kept quite but my brain was screaming.
He went up there and came back without the plastic. This wasn't the first time something like this happened and he had made me promise to tell nobody about this. He said I should call him everytime I felt something weird happening in the house.
I was in love and believed that he was my super man. One day I fell asleep on the couch while waiting for him and in my sleep I suddenly had a sleep paralysis.
In my dream it was like something was sitting next to me, watching me sleep. I then screamed 'Jesus" and I snapped out of the dream. The minute I opened my eyes I saw a hairy tale dissapearing into the corridor and I rushed to see if I'm seeing right.
I ran after if and I saw the trap door at the ceiling closing. Right there and then I knew something was wrong. I didn't call my boyfriend I kept it to myself because I was now doubting him.
When he arrived I told him that I needed to rush home because my mom was sick. He dropped me off at home. I then asked my mother to accompany me to an inyanga.
When we got there the Sangoma then told me that I lived with an some sort of animal, it kinda looks like a monkey. He said my boyfriend keeps it in the house so that it reports everything that happens in the house in his absence.
The animal took information to him and if you visited my house and the animal doesn't like you then your life was over. You would then be used as a sacrifice. It made a lot of sense because in the years that I've lived in that house I had lost two people dear to my heart.. They both died a few days after vising me but I didn't read much into it.
But now it was hitting me hard, signs were there but I ignored them. My boyfriend donated so much money for their burial but I just thought maybe it's because he knew just how much they meant to me.
As I write this today, I do not have a womb. I have never in my life had any surgery or a womb removed or anything along those lines but Doctors found that I do not have a womb.
Apparently I am not the only one. Anyone who has visited me and slept at my apartment and was not killed lost their womb unknowingly.
I have made peace with the fact that I got my self in this situation. The inyanga came into the house and did a ritual to get rid of the ceiling monster.
I shared my story when I saw someone posted something that looked exactly like the one we found in my apartment. That little thing can be very manipulative. I remember when mine was exposed it acted sorry and kept on fake fainting a couple of times.
It was even shaking in fear. I sadly never got a chance to take a pic or video. I was in so much shock. But I have shared a video of someone else who also found and exact replica.
I have never seen my boyfriend since that day but I heard that he is now mentally ill and homeless. I am glad the apartment is in my name and it was bought cash and so was the car he bought for me. Even though I paid a very hefty price.
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