Sleeping with Ghosts for Wealth (Baby Coffin Ritual)
I can’t believe I’m sharing this, but I need to confess. I was desperate. Desperate for money, desperate for change, and most of all, desperate for a way out of my financial struggles. Looking back, I can see how my desperation led me down a dark path—one that I can never walk back from.
It all started when I overheard a conversation about a strange ritual that supposedly brought wealth. I was at a friend’s house, and two people I barely knew were talking about this ‘baby coffin’ ritual. They seemed so confident, so certain that it worked. The idea was this: if you slept with a baby coffin, with a few money notes, spirits would come to you during the night and bless you with wealth. The money would multiply and fill the coffin.
At first, I thought it was ridiculous. I mean, a baby coffin? Money? Ghosts? It sounded like something out of a horror movie. But the more they spoke, the more it sounded like something I could try. After all, I had tried everything else to make money—online businesses, side jobs, even borrowing from family. Nothing worked. I was struggling to pay bills, to afford food, and I felt like I was sinking into a hole I couldn’t climb out of.
I didn’t act on it immediately, but that night I couldn’t stop thinking about it. There was something about the idea that seemed so bizarre, yet strangely promising. The more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that it was worth trying. I didn’t have anything to lose, or so I thought.
The first step was finding a small coffin. I was in my late twenties, working a dead-end job, and I couldn’t afford to spend much. But luck was on my side—or maybe it was the dark forces I had no clue about. I found an old, small wooden box at a thrift store. It wasn’t exactly a coffin, but it was close enough. It felt wrong to even pick it up, but I pushed that feeling aside. After all, I needed to make a living. And the stories of others who claimed success with this ritual kept ringing in my head.
The next part was the money. I used a portion of the savings I had—savings that I had originally put aside for an emergency—and filled the box with it. It wasn’t much, but I was desperate. I didn’t stop to question why this ritual had worked for others. I simply trusted that it would work for me.
The instructions I had gotten were simple. I had to place the coffin near my bed, sleep next to it, and wait. That’s it. Ghosts would come during the night and bless me with wealth. I knew it sounded crazy, but in that moment, I was willing to believe in anything. It wasn’t like I had anything to lose at that point.
I set the coffin next to my bed. The room felt colder than usual as I lay down to sleep. I tried to push my fears aside, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. It was a feeling I couldn’t quite explain, but I figured it was just my nerves. After all, who wouldn’t be a little nervous trying something like this? I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but it felt like the room was vibrating with something unseen.
The night dragged on, and I finally fell into a restless sleep. I dreamt of things I didn’t understand—shadowy figures, distant whispers, and dark shapes that I couldn’t make out. I woke up several times in the night, feeling a presence around me, but I told myself it was just my imagination. The next morning, I felt…different. But not in a good way. There was a heaviness in my chest, and the air in the room felt thick, almost suffocating.
I checked the box. The money was still there, just as I had left it. But nothing had happened. No wealth, no signs of success. The only thing that had changed was that I felt… off. That unease, that feeling of being watched, hadn’t left. It was like something had entered my life, but not in a way I had expected.
I didn’t give up right away. I repeated the ritual several times. Every night, I’d set the coffin beside my bed and fall asleep, waiting for something to happen. I even started feeling like I was hearing whispers during the night, but when I would wake up, there was no sign of anything unusual. No money. No change in my circumstances. But the feelings of dread and unease grew stronger. I started to feel like I was being haunted, as though something was lingering around me, waiting for me to give in to whatever it was.
One night, I woke up with a feeling of coldness that I could not explain. The room felt icy, and I looked over at the coffin. It was as though the money had grown heavier, as if the box had absorbed some kind of negative energy. My heart raced, and I could feel my pulse in my throat. I quickly moved the coffin away from my bed, but the unease didn’t leave. Instead, I began to feel as though I was being suffocated by it.
That’s when the nightmares started.
I’d wake up in cold sweats, my heart pounding in my chest, and sometimes I’d hear footsteps outside my door, even though no one was there. The strange whispers never stopped. It was as though I had opened a door to something I couldn’t close again. But the worst part? The worst part was that I was still broke. The money didn’t come. There were no signs of wealth, no miracles. Just the growing dread that had settled into my life.
I finally stopped the ritual after a month. By then, I was exhausted—mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I didn’t know what had happened, but I knew one thing: I had invited something into my life that I could not control. I had played with forces I didn’t understand, and now I had to deal with the consequences.
It’s been a year since I stopped the ritual, but the fear still lingers. I can’t shake the feeling that something is watching me. There are moments when I hear whispers in the corners of my room, or I’ll feel cold breath on the back of my neck when I’m alone. I never got the wealth I was promised. I never found financial success. But what I did find was a deep, unshakable regret. And I can never take back what I did.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that nothing good comes from messing with forces you don’t understand. No amount of wealth is worth the fear and regret that I live with everyday.
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