The Bag That Changed Everything
Life as a street vendor is tough, but it’s how I’ve always provided for my family. I sell fruits on a busy road every day, and over time, I’ve gotten to know my regular customers. There was one man who stood out—a quiet, well-dressed guy who always came in a fancy car. He didn’t just buy fruits like everyone else. He’d sit with me for hours, talking about the most random things.
At first, I thought he was just lonely and looking for someone to talk to. He never said much about himself, and honestly, I didn’t think to ask. All I knew was that he had money and an expensive car, but he treated me like we were equals.
Then one day, out of nowhere, he showed up with a big bag. He handed it to me and said, “Hold onto this. Someone will come to fetch it.”
I didn’t think too much of it at the time. I trusted him because he had been coming around for months. So, I agreed, thinking I’d just give it to whoever came for it. But no one came that day.
It got late, and I had to pack up and go home. I took the bag with me, planning to bring it back the next day. That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Something about the man’s calmness had started to feel strange.
Then, as I was lying in bed, I felt something weird. It was like the bag was moving. At first, I told myself I was imagining things, but curiosity got the better of me. I opened the bag—and I froze. It was filled with money. A lot of it. Bundles and bundles of cash.
I didn’t know what to do. Who leaves that kind of money lying around? My wife and I stared at it, wondering if it was stolen or if it belonged to someone powerful.
A whole week passed, and no one came for the bag. I kept looking for the man, but he stopped coming to my stall. I had no number to call, no way to reach him. Meanwhile, life at home was hard. We needed groceries, school fees, and clothes for the kids.
Eventually, we decided to take a little from the bag to solve some of our problems. It felt wrong, but at the same time, it felt like the money was just sitting there, doing nothing.
But the more we used, the more problems came up. There was always something that needed fixing. Day by day, we kept dipping into the bag until, after six months, it was completely empty.
I thought that would be the end of it. I decided to get rid of the bag. I didn’t want it around anymore.
The next morning, the bag was back. I couldn’t believe it. I knew I had thrown it away far from the house, but there it was, sitting in the corner like it had never left.
That’s when the strange things started happening. At night, we’d hear rustling, like the bag was moving on its own. We tried throwing it away again, but it kept coming back.
One day, my 6-year-old daughter went missing. We searched everywhere, and when we finally found her, the bag was there too. That’s when I realized this wasn’t just any bag.
We tried burning it, thinking that would put an end to it. But the very next day, my daughter accidentally got burnt by boiling water. It was like the bag was punishing us for trying to destroy it.
Another time, we threw it in the river, hoping it would sink and disappear forever. The next morning, my daughter nearly drowned on her way to school. It was as if the bag had some kind of hold on her soul.
Now, the bag is sitting in a room, untouched. None of us go near it. We’ve tried everything, but it keeps coming back, bringing trouble with it. The man who gave it to me has disappeared, and we don’t know what to do.
Is this a curse? A ritual? Why would someone leave us with something so dangerous?
We’re living in fear. Every time we try to get rid of the bag, something bad happens. We’re scared of what might happen next.
If anyone reading this has experienced something like this, or if you know how to deal with it, please help us. We don’t know who to turn to, but we’re desperate for answers.
Sometimes, what seems like a blessing can turn into a nightmare. If you know what’s going on, please share your advice. We need help before it’s too late.
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