I respect people who make rituals to become rich atleast it shows that they are thinking straight unlike my aunt. My aunt is somehow guys I don't even know what to make out of her. Sometimes I think she is mentally ill but I don't want to be making excuses for her.
She is very weird. She has been accused of witchcraft 🧹 for aslong as I can remember but I never took it to heart because she was my favorite aunt. My aunt loved kids so much and we thought it's because she never had children.
She treated all her nieces and nephews like her own children and we loved going to her house. She lives in an RDP house but it was never small for all of us. We loved it there so much. She was a very fun aunt to be around until we realised that she is the reason our parents died.
Behind that RDP there's her old one room house that's forever locked. She has told us to never play next to it because she once saw a big snake going in there and she tried killing it but it went to hide in there.
I must commend her on that because it made us to respect that room and none of us wanted to go anywhere near it even now. But most times when we were playing we always felt like there are people watching us through the curtains from that room.
As I grew older and getting adolescence I once left my house to go to groove. The tarven I went to was just a few houses from my aunt's house. Around 1 am my friends decided they were all going to sleep at their boyfriend's houses which wasn't far from the tarven.
I was the only one coming from a bit far. So because it was late and unsafe I decided to go sleep at my aunt's place. I knew she would open for me but reprimand me about the dangers of groove the next day. I knew she wasn't going to turn me back. So I went there and what I saw that night I still can't believe it.
I saw my dad who passed away , my uncle and another aunt who also passed away working outside. My late aunt was making fire. My dad had a spade in his hands and my other uncle had hoe.
I froze for a few minutes and I screamed. They all ran into that one roomed house and my aunt was also there holding a sjambok. I screamed and ran so fast to my house. It was far but I got there quicker than I can remember.
Since that day I haven't been to my aunt's house and I haven't even seen her. I avoid her by all means and I think she avoids me too. It's been 5 years and I still can't get over everything I saw. I don't understand how someone as sweet as her can be capable of such.
The sweetest ones are usually the most dangerous ones.
Social Plugin