A Dark Confession: How I Sacrificed My Mom for Wealth
I had dreams that consumed me. Ambition that I thought would make me complete. Growing up, I always felt like something was missing. It wasn’t the material things, though I wanted those too — it was a deeper hunger. A hunger for power, for wealth, for freedom. I believed these things would fill the emptiness inside me. But I never understood the cost until it was too late.
My mother, the woman who had given me everything, was just a part of the equation I couldn’t appreciate. She had always been there for me. But in my pursuit of wealth, I lost sight of her. I grew impatient, greedy, and consumed with my desires. And, ultimately, I made a choice. A choice that cost me more than I can bear.
It wasn’t something I woke up intending to do. No one goes into something like this thinking they’ll destroy the very foundation of their life. But in my pursuit of wealth, I found a solution — or at least, what I thought was one.
I remember the night I made the decision. It felt like I had no other choice. The sangoma — she was the one who told me that wealth came at a price. That in order to receive what I wanted, I needed to sacrifice something of value. I was desperate. I didn’t think about the consequences. I didn’t care about what I was being asked to do. I was ready to go to any length to fulfill my desires.
I took my mother’s picture that night and walked to the sangoma’s home. The air was thick with incense, and the room was dimly lit by candles, creating a sense of foreboding I couldn’t shake. She told me to place the picture on the ground, along with the bank note, and focus on what I wanted. I did. I thought about the money, the power, the life I longed for. I couldn’t stop thinking about how much better things would be if I just had everything I desired.
And then, the sangoma began the ritual. Her hands moved over the picture, chanting words in a language I didn’t understand. The room grew colder. The shadows seemed to stretch unnaturally, and I felt an undeniable presence in the air. It was like something was watching me. Something dark. Something hungry. But I didn’t care. I was so desperate for what she had promised me.
She told me that in exchange for what I wanted, I had to make a sacrifice — a soul. I didn’t fully understand at the time what that meant, but I was so fixated on the idea of wealth that I agreed without question. I handed over the picture and the note, and I felt a strange shiver run down my spine. That was when I realized what I had done.
The sangoma smiled. It was a cold, hollow smile. She told me that it was done, that my mother’s soul had been claimed. And in that moment, everything seemed to shift. I didn’t fully understand what had just happened, but I felt it. A deep, gnawing emptiness inside me. A hollow space where my mother’s love once was.
I walked home that night, but the world around me felt different. The streets felt colder, and the night seemed darker. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had just made a terrible mistake, but it was too late. My mind was consumed with thoughts of the wealth that awaited me. The promise of everything I ever wanted.
But what I didn’t know was that the price I paid wasn’t just her soul. It was something far more painful. My mother’s spirit was gone, trapped in a place I couldn’t reach. She was feeding the dark entity that had granted me my wealth. That’s the truth I didn’t understand at the time. I thought that money would fix everything, but all it did was feed the snake.
The snake, the entity that had taken her soul, is something I can’t fully explain. It isn’t just a creature — it’s a symbol of the wealth I have, and the darkness that I now live with. The snake is a force, feeding off the energy of the soul it consumed, feeding off my success, and in turn, feeding me.
In the weeks that followed, I started to notice changes. At first, it was subtle — a new contract, a business deal that fell into place, opportunities that I had only dreamed of before. But the more I received, the more I felt disconnected from the world I had known. The people around me were happy for my success, but they couldn’t see what was happening to me. They couldn’t see that something was feeding on my soul. The wealth was no longer mine alone — it was a twisted transaction between me and the entity that now controlled my fate.
The mansion I now live in isn’t a place of peace. It’s a reminder of the price I paid. There’s a room in my house, hidden from everyone, where no one can go. Not even my closest friends or family. It’s a room that I keep locked, a dark room that holds my mother’s spirit and the snake. The snake’s hunger never ceases, and I can feel it in that room.
Every day, I pass by the door, and I feel her presence. I feel the weight of her soul trapped in that room. Sometimes, I hear sounds — whispers — but I never dare to open the door. I’m too afraid of what I might find. I live with the constant reminder that I chose this. I chose wealth over the one person who loved me unconditionally.
And I wonder every day if I could have made a different choice. Could I have said no? Could I have chosen love over gold? The guilt is suffocating. I can’t escape it. Every moment of my success feels like a victory built on my mother’s sacrifice, and every day, I pay the price.
People often ask me what the secret is to my success. They see the mansion, the cars, the money, and they think they want it too. But they don’t know the cost. They don’t see the emptiness I feel. The snake feeds me, but it also feeds on my soul, and I can never escape it.
I didn’t physically harm her, no. But I took her life in a way that can’t be undone. Her soul was given to something dark, and that dark force feeds on my success every day. I don’t know how to make peace with it. I don’t know if I ever will.
As I sit in this mansion, I look at the empty room, the locked door, and I wonder if it’s all worth it. Was the wealth worth the loss? Was it worth the darkness that now hangs over me?
I don’t have the answers. But I hope that by sharing this, I can at least make people think twice before they chase something they don’t fully understand. I thought I knew what I was doing. I thought I was making the right choice. But now I know that ambition can take you down paths you’ll regret.
I can’t bring her back. I can’t undo what I did. But I live with the consequences, and the dark room in my mansion is a constant reminder of the price I paid for success.
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