I WAS HIRED AS A NANNY INTO A WEALTHY FAMILY BUT NOTICED THAT THE BABY I HAD TO TAKE CARE OF WOULD CHANGE INTO A SNAKE AT NIGHT

 I WAS HIRED AS A NANNY INTO A WEALTHY FAMILY BUT NOTICED THAT THE BABY I HAD TO TAKE CARE OF WOULD CHANGE INTO A SNAKE AT NIGHT.

Hi Admin please make me anonymous ,I went against my family's permission to confess this to your page. I have noticed that I am not the only one who went through such a traumatising and uncomfortable situation.

I finished matric and my family didn't have money for me to further my studies. I didn't pass well despite going back three times I kept on getting bad marks but a pass. There was this very wealthy teacher I won't mention but anyone from Limpopo might have heard about her or my story.

The teacher was married to a very wealthy man, the man was not South African but came as a professor in South Africa. According to those that knew them well claimed that they had successful businesses on the side.

We believed it because they drove very expensive cars,wore expensive clothes and lived in a huge mansion that was isolated from everyone. They looked and smelled like money.

On my third try in matric she was pregnant,I remember how she started liking me during her pregnancy and how she would always want to be next to me. I looked up to her so I was happy to receive such love and affection from her.

She used to bring me lunch and sometimes take me to town to buy groceries for my family. My family and I grew very fond of her. She gave birth around June and she was on maternity leave. The gap she left was very loud. I could feel her absence and so did my family.

Until one night her husband showed up at my house with a goat. We should have noted that as a red flag. That man showed up at my home very late,it must have been around 10pm and he said  he had come to gift us with a goat.

I don't know what we were thinking but we accepted the goat even though he looked like someone who was not in the right state of mind. He was even walking barefooted,he gave the goat leash to my dad and walked to his car.

It was like we were zombies,we stood at the door as we watched him drive off. The funny thing is he was speaking to us without even looking at us,his face facing down. As soon as his car disssapeared into the night darkness. We went inside the house with the goat and Slept.

The next morning when I woke up my nipples were very sore,my little sister then told us that he saw the goat sucking my breasts at night. That was when we snapped out of whatever and started asking each other about the professor and the odd visit.

It was then that we had emotions towards the whole situation and we became a bit scared. We took the goat outside and my dad roped it under one of the trees at home. But guess what? It disssapeared and till this day we don't know what happened to it or even where it went.

But we would hear a goat sound in the middle of the night but day light there would be no trace of it. Around October the teacher came back from maternity and all was well but she was more attached to me now and for whatever reason I was also very much attached to her.

I think it's safe to say I was obsessed of her. Fine,time passed and we wrote final exams and when the results came out there were no improvements to my marks. I was now losing hope and ready to give up.

She comforted me and also offered that I go live with her and her husband and the baby. She said I should register again for matric re-write in distance learning. She promised that her hubby and I would help me upgrade my marks.

She took me home and asked my parents if I could live with her,she also promised to pay them 5K a month since I'll also be helping with the baby if I wasn't studying. My parents were struggling so they agreed to the offer. They knew it would come in handy and even change our home situation.

Early January I moved in with them and I was in awe of their beautiful mansion and their lifestyle. They lived magazine lives. I was shown a room where I'd be sleeping with the baby. Only that on seperate beds,the baby would be in her Cort bed while I sleep next to her in my own bed.

Everything was okay for the first few months,my only worry was that they were not keeping their promise of helping me with my school work. They would always say they were too tired. They both had become very moody and offish. I was always with the baby which they ignored bluntly.

They had no bond with the baby and would only carry her for two minutes and give it back to me. I got used to spending time with the baby and treated it as mine. But I noticed that at night the baby would become very cold on the skin and liked making slithering noise.

One day while I was sleeping I felt my boobs in so much pain. I opened my eyes and so a snake pulling my nipples. I don't even know how to explain this but it was somehow spiritual. I could see that the eyes were that of the baby but her skin had changed into a snake skin/scale.

I wanted to scream but couldn't move. I wanted to fight back but couldn't do anything. When the snake was done I watched it go back to the cort bed and instantly turn into a baby. Suddenly I could move and I jumped out of my bed and ran to call my teacher and her husband.

The minute I opened my bedroom door I saw a line of red candles burning in the passage. The whole house smelled like mashed potatoes. I quickly closed the door and knelt down and started praying. During my prayer I heard the husband screaming. 

He was furious, yelling me to go back to bed and stop Inviting unwanted spirits in his home. I ran to my bed and hid under the blanket. The next morning when I woke up there was too much tension. Everything made sense. It was not a dream at all hence the moods.

It was no longer pleasant in the house so I moved back home after a few weeks. Since then she had been going around that she tried helping and I ended up seducing her husband and stealing from them. This angered me so much that I vented out the truth then my grandmother passed away in a very weird way.

From there on I've been afraid to talk about it all. How do I find healing from such a trauma? It's true when they say these rich people steal our lucks. Nothing is going well in my life ever since,I'm hated by many people even strangers are always giving me the disgusting look.