WE DIG OUT THE DEAD AND STEAL THEIR CLOTHES.
The more I read other people confessions here the more I realise that there's a huge possibility that we also might be witches at home. It's even scary,well I no longer do it but I've done it half of my life and for me it was very normal. Let me briefly share my story with you.
We were adopted by my dad's aunt who did not have children of her own. My dad's dad was one of those quiet and very sweet elderly women who's never missed a Sunday at church. She was my dad's mom's sister. She and my grandmother were siblings I hope I cleared the confusion there because for a moment I confused myself too.
Anyway I and my three cousins were sent to go live with her after the passing of her son and husband. Her husband and son died in a car accident and she was the only surviver from the accident. But according to my grandmother she has never been the same ever since.
We were sent to go live with her so that she doesn't get lonely and for her to also have people to send around as she was getting older and she easily got tired from running errands by herself. If there's one thing that I knew about her was that she always had second hand clothes to give us.
She has never ever bought clothes for herself or us. But we never questioned where she gets the clothes from because the only time we've seen her leave the house was on Sundays when she was going to church and we would go with her to church yet we've never seen any charity give away happening.
One day she woke us up around midnight and she was completely n@ked holding a big black bucket. We were shocked because we've never seen her like that before and it was even scarier because she wasn't alone. She was with three other elderly women who were also n@ked and they were holding black calabashes with smoke coming out from the calabashes.
They had a very weird smell that wasn't pleasant at all. She told us to get out of bed and undress. We were confused and shocked and I remember pinching myself to see if I wasn't dreaming. She put the bucket down and told us to take turns standing in the bucket.
We took turns as instructed and once done the ladies holding calabashes extended their hands to us giving us the calabashes. My dad's aunt told us to take the calabashes to spit in it,shake it then drink back the spit. It was very disgusting but we did as told without asking questions.
Although whatever we drank that day didn't taste like our spit,it tasted like raw blood. Then we were instructed to walk outside following her and her friends in one line. We followed them and outside we found three black chickens on leashes like they were dogs.
We were each instructed to take then chickens off the leashes and follow the women. It was dark outside and we walked to the graveyard. It's funny how I wasn't even scared even though the normal me had a huge phobia of funerals and graveyards.
Our village graveyard had a fence and gate that's always locked and only unlocked on request. When we got there we were given raz0r blades to cut out the chicken heads and drink the suck the kneck. It was shocking how we were out there doing all those scary things yet none of us asked any questions. There was three of us by the way.
After cutting sucking the knecks for fresh bl00d we were told to throw the chickens over the fence and say "sleep the dead we are not looking for trouble so don't give us a hard time and we won't hurt you". I'll never forget those words.
We had this thrilling excitement. Then we turned around and went back home. We went straight back to bed and in the morning we woke up with red and black wools around our waists. Still we did not ask any questions.
That morning my dad's aunt who we also called aunt,was in a very good mood. She was all jolly and singing out loud. She treated us like princesses and a prince that day. Andithi there was three of us,two girls and a boy. She gave us brown porridge for breakfast and told us that on that day we touch nothing and she will do everything for us.
The night came and she appeared in our room with the three ladies again. They first sprinkled us with water from the very same black bucket we stepped into the previous night. One of the ladies had a huge book with rules that she read out loud almost the whole night and when she was down we had to make an oath of which we did.
Then we were told that from that day on we have access to the grave site at night. We were told to see it as our mall where we do shopping. We can now take the flowers we find there,the plates and cups everything there. We were basically told we can do whatever we wanted there.
We were told that we don't buy clothes from that day on, we dig out the de@d and take their clothes. We were even given tips that we should know the dead and their background before digging them out for clothes so that we know we are choosing stylish corpses and their taste.
That's how we got clothes and after digging them out and stealing their clothes they would be digged back by three short men that we've never spoken to or even heard them speak to to each other. We became addicted to stealing the dead's clothes.
When my dad's aunt passed away that's how we were freed from the ordeal and we only spoke about it amongst each other ones seeking for answers to make sense of the situation but we still have unanswered questions and to this day we've never spoken about it since.
We have all broken free from the evil chains and now live our own lives freely and we are Just grateful we were never haunted. Although everytime we pass by any graveyards we see ghost waving at us. We avoid the graveyards with everything in us.
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