Witchcraft is real and be very thankful if you've never experienced it and you only get to read about it.
I was a primary school teacher years ago, the only graduate in my family. When i got the job i built my parents a house and a car. Clearly many relatives secretly hated me for that.
My troubles began one night as i was marking my pupil's scripts. I heard a voice of a child that sounded familiar. The voice was screaming greetings with a crying voice. I honestly thought it was one of my student. I thought they were in trouble.
I rushed outside to see if i could help. When i got there i saw something different. It was a mixture of an old lady and a snake all in one. To this day i honestly don't know how to explain what i saw. I tried running back to the house but i was stuck. It was like a magnet was holding me down.
I tried screaming but my voice wouldn't come out. The snakey old woman walked towards me. She was holding an owl as if she's holding a chicken on one hand. On the other hand she was holding some powder which she blew on my face.
From the on i don't know what happened. The next morning i woke up i was in my bed. I was so relieved that it was all a dream. When i looked at the mirror i saw the powder on my face.
I was confused. I took a bath ready to go to work but my mind was telling me to do really weird things. I could see that what I'm about to do was absurd but i couldn't stop myself for some reason. I was doing things i couldn't stop myself from doing.
Honestly felt like i was having some sort of demon living inside me and controling my body and there was nothing my brain could do. After bathing instead of dressing up i left the house as i was with my birth suite.
I got into my car and drove to work. On the road i had this crazy urge to just drive into everyone i saw on the streets. People and pupils going to school and work were running for their lives. I found it funny.
I remember everything and how it felt. I got to school and everyone was shocked. Some teachers ran to me trying to cover up witg their jackets and i ran to the streets. I wanted to stone anyone who tried to help me.
They then ran to get my parents. I still hear my mom's cry when she saw me. They called the police to take me to the hospital. That is how my mental illness began. When i got to the hospital i was totally fine. After a couple of days i was discharged.
Then it would start again. During the day i was that mentaly ill but at night i was walking with the old lady to people's houses. She took me to my dad's sister's house. That's the woman who sent her to do this to me. My dad's sister would then give me instructions to do evil things to people's home.
Including my own home. I would plat muti at people's gates, pick up soil of car tyres and shoe prints. I did a whole lot of scary things. My mind was perfectly fine at night.
I was saved by my dad and his brother who tied me with a rope and took me to a certain church. I spent two months there and when i returned i was moved to my mom's mother. I have since found peace.
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