May i remain unknown.
Let me start by saying my experience doesn't include all owners but i am here to share about a certain popular club i will not mention.
I left home after completing my matric, to the city to get a degree but sadly i got a demon instead. My life changed for the worst. I was super excited to be going to the city because i would be having all the freedom i needed to spend as much time as i want with my boyfriend.
He moved to the city the previous year and we made sure i joined him at the same university. Upon arrival i had no place to live so i lived with him at his flat while he helped with finding my own place. He was someone who had very frw friends at home but he was a total different person in the city.
He was always out but one thing about him was he only went to the same club. He was what they call a regular. All the bouncers, waiters/waitresses knew him by name. The place had become his second home.
He would come home with his male friends and they would share the room with us. Sometimes I'd even wake up and find him cuddeled with his male friend on the floor.
I then moved out but we hadn't broken up. We just needed space because i was becoming an annoyance to him always preaching about his late comings and so forth.
He always had money, lots of it that's what bothered me. I am a spiritual person so i can sense when something is off and there was something off about him. So my birthday came and he begged me to celebrate it with him, his friends and my new room mate at the club.
I said no until i finally gave in because he was pushing so much that it got annoying. How i regret ever agreeing to go to the club. During those days when it is your birthday you provided your ID for proof of birth and they give 24 of your desired dumpies. So fine my room mate and class mate joined us.
The minute i got there i knew that something was totally off. I rished to the toilets to begg my ancestors to not show me things i don't want to see. Especially in the middle of so many strangers. I always carry a snuif with me.
I went back to our table to join them. The place reeked of dead bodies, that could only mean that they mopped the place with water that washed dead bodies. Also that meant that dead people could easily roam around freely.
That instantly made me realise that we are amongst dead people. Water used to wash dead bodies is known for making people slaves to a certain thing. In this case since it's a club then ir means the groovists will keep going back as they are now controlled by spirits of that place.
I was very uncomfortable plus my ancestors were not having it. Then i started drinking but slowly , i just didn't want to be sober for that night's episode. We went to the club around 18h30.
Things started happening after midnight. At exactly 00h00 which is midnight. A group of people from lord knows where just walked in, a very large group. Amongst them was a very buff man with no shoes on and the entire group looked like they were getting instructions from that man.
Before i knew it the entire group had vanished even the man. Now i was really scared, the grouo consisted of very good looking men and the most beautiful women with killer bodies. The women wear dressed in revealing clothes but they looked so good, i don't want to lie. Even with their beauty i picked up very bad and dangerous vibes from their arrival.
While i was still trying to make sense of what just happened. I then started noticing the group within the crowd , mingling and some already ki**ing sed*cing the drunk crowd.
The groovist were acting weird aswel, they were now more happier, energetic and more louder since the arrival of the group. It was like a truck of happiness had sprinkled some kinda vibe unto the groovists. It was like there was a demon of happiness controlling them.
My boyfriend was even on the table dancing with his shirt off. My room mate was changing spitz with one of the people from the group. I tried to break their ki**ing session and i noticed that the other person had the longest tongue I've ever seen. The guy gave me a very hateful look and by now my friend was out of it. She fell on the couch in the vip and passed out.
The guy went to the next one far from me. As i turned around i saw my man ki**ing another man. I looked around and i saw people just walking around like zombies. Some were even vanishing. My room mate and boyfriend vanished too.
It was 2AM and the club was closing. The buff guy appeared and everyone just started heading out. It was amazing how everyone was very drunk yet they didn't need to be pushed out, it was like someone was ushering us out.
I went home alone, worried sick about my people that i lost at the club. A part of me was hoping that i will find them at the flat but nothing. Their phones were off and i couldn't sleep worried sick.
The next day around 10 am i went to my boyfriend's place. His door was unlocked so i let myself in. I found him sleeping...on his other pillow there was a stack of money. I woke him up and he immediately puked. He tried getting out of bed but he was really weak and sick.
I noticed that he was struggling to sit on his bum$. Made me realise that the money was left by the man he was ki**ing last night. I rushed to my flat to stomach and i found my room mate in bed.
She was just as equally sick, she told me that she doesn't remember anything that happened or she left with. All she remembers is being woken up by the cleaners at the hotel because it was check out time. She also woke up to a stack of money.
She had the money with her. There was a receipt of the hotel in her bag with a man's names and we figured it must have been the man whom she left with. My friend was complaining about abdominal pain and womb.
We went on facebook and searched for the man's names and his timeline was filled with RIP from a year ago. He apparently died from a car accident coming back from the very same club a year ago. You'd think my room mate would be traumitised for life after this neh?
As soon as she recovered she went back to the club and became a regular. I on the other hand started getting attacked by the spirits. I was abused and it got a bit too much that i dropped out of school and went back home. I am still troubled by the spirits even at home and I've heard that there is a rumour that i am mentally ill after sl**ping with Nigerian men.
My now ex boyfriend is now a slaying full time gay living his best life on social media but he confessed to me that sometimes he feels like there's someone living his life using his body.
I am still dealing with a lot spiritualy, emotionaly and physical. Going out to have fun is not a problem. The problem starts after midnight and that's why most people believe that the fun begins just when the clubs are about to close.
I wish many people who went through what i am going through could come forward and share their experiences. We could help many.
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