I WAS GIVEN MY WEALTHY LATE UNCLE'S CLOTHES AND I STARTED GETTING RANDOM VISITS FROM A HUGE SNAKE

 I WAS GIVEN MY WEALTHY LATE UNCLE'S CLOTHES AND I STARTED GETTING RANDOM VISITS FROM A HUGE SNAKE.

My uncle was one of those clever men who were street clever not your academia clever. I don't even know how to explain his character but it got a bit annoying at times since he was the type who believed he was always right.

But one thing we loved about him ,when he was around there was always laughter at home aslong you knew that sometimes half of the stories are a lie. He was also someone who came home after a very long time.

He was the type that would come home every 5 years and complain about the many new members that had arrived in his absence. If you had a kid in his absence you would always know that he was coming for you but in a jokingly way.

Anyway it took him 10 years to come back home. When he came back home we were all shocked. He came driving the most beautiful car we've ever seen. We were all so shocked and we couldn't believe our eyes.

The pride in his eyes and his warm smile. He was wearing very fancy clothes, even his skin was screaming money.

His sense of humour was still the very same. He had missed 4 family funerals in the years that he had been gone. Each time we tried telling him about the family members that had passed he seemed very uncomfortable,like he didn't want to touch on that.

He wouldn't even respond each time we spoke about them. On of them being his big sister. Anyway he was always happy to tell us about how he was a garden born for a very wealthy family from England.

When explaining his wealth he told everyone that the family he worked for had to move back to their home country and left him with their cars, mansion,money and company. In as much as my uncle was very wealthy he was rejecting and ignoring any lady making moves on him.

Infact every woman who threw herself at my uncle made him super angry. We also realised that he had started sleeping walking at night and speaking to himself. He used to wake up soaked in sweats most mornings.

When we asked him about such he used to explain how he now has high blood pressure and it's the cause of the soaking wets.

Anyway we woke up one day and my uncle bad hung himself in the long drop outside. We were all so hurt but we also woke up to a bag full of money in the bed that he would sleep in. The money had a note saying that "I am tired of being controlled and abused by a creature I sold myself to,herewith the money make a dignified send of for myself but please bury me naked".

What a shocking an unusual request but we obliged. A few months later we shared his clothes amongst each other and I took his traditional shirt that had a snake pattern which he used to love so much that if he was not wearing it then he would always have it in his hand to wipe off sweats or dust, anything.

We thought that was his favourite shirt and he always wanted to be around it all the time. I wore the shirt once and what I witnessed I couldn't believe. That very night in my sleep I saw a talking snake which gave me rules and conditions.

The snake told me to always have the shirt around me and make no mistake when coming to that. It told me to avoid and ignore having intimacy with any woman for it was now my new woman. It said that for each time that I slept with a woman then I'd lose a family member. It also said that it will be my provider and money I will never lack.

Amidst the conversation the snake then forced itself on me. It felt like a dream but also reality at he very same time. In the dream the snake was with a very old short man who used a razor blade to cut small lines on my manhood then pour some dark powder in it.

Then the snake sucked on my bl00d ,I don't even know how to explain that. The next morning I woke up to a very sore manhood with the cuts from the dream. This made me realise that the dream I had at my uncle's funeral was real.

I dreamt my uncle's coffin waking up and screaming and telling everyone to throw away the very same shirt I picked . He was crying sayin' that the shirt should be burnt because it brought him nothing but bad luck. He was crying and sweating and there was a huge snake on his cooffin and as soon as he saw the snake he became humbled and went back into his coffin.

Why I still went for the very same shirt still beats me I swear. I stayed in bed for almost a week being scared to tell my family that my manhood was hurt and rotting. Soon it disssapeared and I've never told anyone until today.

I have been waking up to a lot of money on days that I would sleep walk and soak in sweat. Just like my uncle did. I wake up in so much sweats after spending the whole night from fighting off a snake from entering my private hole and in the end it always wins then I wake in so much pain but a lot of money.

I got initiated unknowingly or rather I have inherited a money ritual I never wanted. How do I get out of it?