Please hide my identity. I want to share something that happened to me many years ago and whenever i spoke about it the person i told would have something bad happening to them.
I must have been around 10 years old, i haf visited my grandfather during the holidays. I was his only grandchild then. I didn't understand what my parents meant when they said that my grandmother passed away when i was 4 years old.
I didn't know what really happens when someone passes away but i was certain that they go to work very early in the morning and come back late and we were not allowed to tell anyone about them. You know why? Because whenever i visited my grand father my grandmother would be there.
But my grandfather said it is only our secret and i should never ever tell anyone abou it i would never see my parents and grandparents. My grandmother would come back from work at night and make us food, very delicious food. Then clean the house, sweep the yard while we eat. Yes all this happened at night.
Then she would bath me happily while telling me old tales then put me to bed while continuing to tell me the tales until i would fall asleep. Then everymorning before she leaves she would wake make us soft porridge and dish out left overs for us.
My grandfather always told me that she was going to work and would be back. One day while i was playing outside i saw a snake, a rabbit and a tortoise in the yard. They all had a red mark on their back. They were all moving as slowly as the tortoise.
That shocked me so much that i ran to the house screaming. I ran to tell my grandfather and he told me to stay in the house and let them pass to wherever they were going. He didn't even look suprised to say the least.
He told me never to tell anyone this or people would get hurt badly. That night my grandmother didn't come until i fell asleep. In the middle of the night i heard water splashing and i opened my eyes and i saw my grandfather splashing water accross the room.
The three creatures i saw were with him. I kept my eyes closed and then asked my grandfather to tell my parents to fetch me. I was scared and was no longer comfortable. For years the story lingered in my head. At 14 years old i told my mom about it and the next day she was hit by a stroke.
A week later i told my dad about it and he was involved in a car accident. I then decided to tell my teacher and her house burnt down. Since that day i kept it to myself to this day as i am writing it down.
My grandfather passed away and during his funeral i saw him and my grandmother looking at his casket going down, they were both sitting on my grandmother's tombstone eating food that was cooked at their funeral. But no one else could see them.
They looked sad. To this day I've never seen them nor dream about them but i still dream about the animals every now and then. I need help to erase my childhood memories. It's haunting me real bad.
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