HOW I DISCOVERED THAT MY NEIGHBOR IS A WITCH.
A few years ago we moved to a street where my parents bought a very nice house. It was a new neighborhood and we were glad to be free from the village. We lived at my grandmother's house and there was always tension so being free from all that was a blessing indeed.
We met a couple of our neighbors except our direct next door neighbor. Other neighbors mentioned that there was a man who they think lives alone there because he is the only person they ever see in there.
Nakhona they only see him by chance.They only see him when he is going to work or sometimes when he's coming back from work and that's that. This man hardly spoke to anyone,he would just wave at them without even looking at them and get in the car and leave.
No one has ever heard his voice and even if you invite him to a party or any occasion he will never come. He has been living there for over 10 years but still he doesn't even attend his neighbors funeral. If you go to his house and knock he will never open for you even though you saw him just enter.
We heard a lot of stories about this neighbour so we became vigilant. At first we thought maybe they just don't like him for whatever reasons and my dad wanted to get closer to him. There was something spooky about that house though. The neighbors said he seemed to be living alone but sometimes after he has left and we would be sitting outside we would see someone peeping through the curtains.
As if that was enough, we would sometimes hear him screaming and asking for forgiveness as if he was being beaten in the middle of the night. We heard this twice in one month and on the third time my dad decided to go check at midnight if he was okay.
We thought maybe he was being attacked. My dad said the minute he entered that yard he heard weird sounds that kept getting louder and louder in his head. His eye sight also suddenly became blurry and he went outside the yard and he was suddenly very fine.
That was very weird for him so when he looked at the neighbors house,he saw people looking at him through all the houses windows. Every window literally had someone looking at him. He rushed back home and told my mom what he saw and how he felt when entering that yard.
That night while he was sleeping,he dreamed of an elderly woman standing in his room at his feet. The elderly woman was pinching my dad telling him to mind his own business and stop going to people's houses without being invited.
He quickly snapped out of the dream and he saw the door closing as if someone just left the room. He woke my mom up and she told him that she had an intense sleep paralysis and she could also feel that there was someone in their bedroom standing at their feet.
The next day, my dad's feet started getting swollen and within a few weeks they had become very bad until eventually he succumbed to de@th. During his funeral preparations I over heard some ladies saying that the men in our Street all die the same de@th and it's been like that for the past 10 years.
When I looked at the situation I realised that vele there was no husband or father who was alive in our Street. The only survivor is one who works in a different province and only comes home twice a year. That's how I concluded that maybe my neighbor is a witch but I have no evidence or proof.
Not once did he even come to sympathize with us until we buried my dad. We hardly even see him these days but we still see people peeping through the windows at his house.
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