HOW I KILLED MY SIBLINGS FOR MONEY RITUALS TO SPITE MY FATHER.
Growing up i had it hard in life. I was the first born and my father poisoned my mom. When my mother passed away just before she did, she told me that my father had poisoned her because she wanted to divorce him. She gave me a box and told me that it is a box of truth and that i needed to hide it from everyone.
She asked me to open it only after she had been laid to rest. During her funeral there were a lot of people coming and going eventualy i lost the box. But i suspect my dad took it because i found him in my room wondering about, more than once and each time i asked him what he was looking for he acted confused and blamed it on mourning.
My life became a mess when my mom passed away. My dad wasn't my biological father, he was my siblings biological father and my step dad.
He treated me differently, i believe the box contained such information because i grew up knowing him to be my biological father. I think the box would've led me to my biological dad.
His sister who never liked me much is the one that broke the shocking news to me during a heated argument between us. This made me very angry because i still believe that the box my mom left for me might have given me a lead to my true identity.
My father praised and embraced my younger siblings. He didn't care much for me and no matter how well i did in life he still saw a failure in me. It became worse when i fell pregnant in matric and he made me quit school to look after the baby.
He started treating visibly awful. He was always bragging and showing off about my younger siblings. He even created a line of hate amongst my siblings and i. They became very disrespectful and more than anything emotionaly abusive towards me. They treated me like a nobody.
I got fed up and moved out of the house. I rented a shack not far from home. They were even mistreating my son so moving out was also to protect his emotional wellbeing. I started selling tomatoes door to door. One evening on my way back to my shack my child was crying hysterically because of hunger. An old lady stopped me and told me that she always sees me with the baby on my back everyday. She said the baby is restless because he gets tired of being on my back all day everyday.
It was overwhelming for me that for once atleast someone cared enough to talk to me or even hear me out, i couldn't help but to just burst out in tears. She offered to baby sit for me while i go sell and I'd pick up the baby every evening.
I happily accepted. I would drop off my son at her house in the mornings and pick him in the evenings. As days went by i realized that she knew me more than i thought. In many occasions she would mention my family in passing. One day she asked me if i didn't want to stop selling door to door and have my own fruit and vegetables supermarket. I smiled knowing that someone believes in me that much and i was flattered.
But i didn't take it serious because she's just an old lady, she couldn't possibly have the money or connection to make it happen. She spoke about the supermarket almost everyday until one day she caught my attention.
She told me that she knows a traditional healer who can make it happen. I wasn't hesitant at first but the more she spoke about the idea was the more i gave in and eventualy i was interested. Took me a while i must say.
So fine after a while she took me to the traditional healer. Also i had started falling very fond of the old lady, life was finaly making sense with her being around. My son was happier and i felt loved and protected. She was giving me the motherly love.
The traditional healer lived next to a very big river. A river i never even knew existed. He only operates at night so we would go only at night. His house was right next to the big river.
Before making way to his house we had to through in some coins in the river and ask permission to see the healer from the river.
You needed to be pure before going to the healer. You shouldn't be on your periods or even sexualy active.
We were granted permission to see the healer. We went to the house. We had to take off our clothes and wear red gowns that we found at the door.
We were barefooted. We entered the house and i felt my heart beating on my knees. I whispered in the grannys ear that we should leave buf she ignored me.
The minute we entered the house there were sounds of people humming but there was no one there. There was just a very big mirror and black refusal bags plugged on the wall.
There was also the sound of water and it was so cold it felt like we were inside the water. I suspect that the house is inside the water, the water maybe uncovers it when visitors are approaching.
I didn't see the traditional healer, just heard his voice. He spoke with me through the mirror. His voice sounded like he's speaking from a very big hole beecause it had echo yet it was deep in loud.
He played my life from the day i was born to the day i approached his house on his mirror. I cried so much because i realised how sad my life was and also it made me miss my mom. My step dad and siblings never really treated me well even the mirror confirmed it. The mirror showed me how my dad abused my mom and how he would do things for my siblings behind my back.
I was hurt and angry. I developed hate for my siblings and i wanted everything bad to go their way. The mirror then played how my life could be if i committed myself to it. I saw myseld rich with supermarkets and a huge house with cars. My son living the soft life that he deserves. I knew i wanted that life, i had suffered enough and i deserved it.
I asked how i can join and instructions started appearing in a form of writing. It is called the blood contract, in the end i had to sign it using my own blood.
After reading the contract and agreeing that i am ready to join , something pricked me on my index finger. When i looked it was a snake and it was moving away. Blood was coming out, not a lot. Suprisingly just enough to allow me to put my signature on the mirror.
After doing so the old lady then told me that we had to leave. She told me to leave with my head facing down, i shouldn't talk to anyone and i shouldn't look back until i arrive at home.
This whole time my son was alone at home and i had been gone for so long that i couldn't wait to get to him. I was worried about him. When i got home i found him sleeping. Time passed and nothing was changing.
A month later i heard that my little brother was stabbed to death by his peers. I was not bothered because i sold them as sacrifices in the blood contract.
From that day on , instead of me going out to sell my tomatoes people were coming to my house to buy. When i try to leave for my door to door routine everyone was just buying and they were extra nice and some even telling me to keep change.
My supplier was even nicer and offering bargain prices. My profit trippled, i was stocking daily now, i was attracting money.
My business was fast growing. I started building a supermarket and within three months it was ready. My launch was a big success and people from far would travel to buy from my supermarket.
I even became a supplier to my fellow vendors. A year later i opened another branch at a different village, and my little sister passed. I wasn't bothered still.
My step dad was trying to get close to me and he went around telling people that he has always known that one day i would be successful. My business was booming but i was no longer happy. It started hurting me that my success was blood success and that it didn't have to be this way.
I even acquired land where i was farming crops so i was my own supplier. My business was doing extremely well and i was even getting tenders to supply a few outlets. But deep down i was empty with a guilt conscience seeping off my guilt cup.
I tried reversing the contract and i was told to wait 5 more years or i lose my son and my sanity. Losing my son would destroy me completely. The old granny ignores me these days, i no longer see her.
I feel like we live with an invisible anamal in my house. There's always movements at night and weird sounds. The cameras show objects and furniture moving but the thing moving them is not shown.
All my siblings have passed, I'm much closer with my step dad now and I'm taking care of him because of guilt. Now that my siblings are all gone, the ritual targets anyone i become very fond of. I AM TIRED! i no longer enjoy my life at all.
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