I INHERITED A MONEY SNAKE FROM MY ANCESTORS

 I INHERITED A MONEY SNAKE FROM MY ANCESTORS 

I Thought It Was a Dream – Until the Money Came for Real

I never thought I would talk about this, but I feel like I must. It started like a dream. It came from my elders, the ones who passed long ago. I didn’t go looking for this. It came to me. And now, my life has never been the same.**

Strange Dreams from My Ancestors.It started slowly. I would dream of my late grandfather. Sometimes my grandmother was there too. They would call me to come closer.

In the dream, they stood near a big tree. Under that tree was a small black box. My grandfather would say, “This is your gift. Take it. Use it well.”

I woke up sweating.At first, I didn’t think much of it. Maybe it was just a dream. But the dream came again. And again. And again.

Every time, it felt more real. I could feel the ground, the wind, even smell the firewood burning.One night, my grandmother looked at me in the dream and said, “Stop running. The time is now.”

One day, I visited the old home, the house my grandparents used to live in. I hadn’t been there in years. I just felt pulled there, like something was calling me.I walked around the yard. The wind blew strong.

Then I saw the tree.It was the same one from my dream. Big, tall, standing proud.Something told me to dig. I picked up a broken piece of wood and started digging near the roots.After a few minutes, I hit something hard.A box.

Just like in the dream.My hands were shaking. I opened it.Inside was a small cloth bag, old coins, and a piece of paper with strange writing. I couldn’t read it, but I felt something move in the air.I had goosebumps.That night, the dream came again. My grandfather was smiling now.“You found it,” he said.

Then he gave me clear instructions:Light a white candle.Place the coins under your pillow. Say your name out loud three times.He said, “Do this, and the doors will open.”

I didn’t understand what “doors” he meant.But I followed the steps.I wish I didn’t.The next morning, I found R500 under my bed.I was shocked. No one came into my room. I lived alone.The next day, it was R1000

Then R2000.At first, I was happy. I thought maybe my ancestors were blessing me for real. I started buying things. I paid off debts. I gave some to my cousin.But something was not right.At night, I started hearing whispers.

Footsteps in my room.Lights would flicker for no reason.One night, I saw a shadow move across the wall, but no one was there.Then the dreams changed. My grandfather was no longer smiling.He looked serious.

He said, “You must give back what you take.”I didn’t understand.I thought they were giving me this gift — why must I give back?A new dream came.This time, a woman was standing in front of the tree. She had no face. Just skin where eyes and mouth should be.

She held the black box.“You took what was not yours,” she said. Her voice sounded like many voices in one.I woke up gasping for air.That day, I found R5000 in my kitchen drawer.And blood on my doorstep.My cousin who I gave money to had an accident.

My friend who helped me dig at the old house got sick for no reason.A pastor came to visit and said he felt a dark spirit in my house.I tried to return the box to the ground. But when I went to the tree, it was gone.The tree. It was not there anymore.Just empty land.

I went to a traditional healer.She looked at me and said, “You are not cursed. You are chosen.”I asked her what to do.She said, “You need to decide. Do you want to keep the blessing and pay the price, or walk away and lose it all?”

I didn’t know what she meant by ‘pay the price.’That night, I had another dream.My grandmother said, “One must go, so you can live.”I said, “Who must go?”She didn’t answer.

The next morning, I got a call. My little sister had passed away in her sleep.I fell to the ground.I screamed.Was this the price?I don’t want this money anymore.

I just want peace.I tried to burn the coins. They didn’t burn.I tried to give the money away. But it keeps coming back. Every time I give it to someone, something bad happens to them.

I now sleep with lights on. I pray. I cry. But the dreams won’t stop.You might think I’m crazy.You might not believe me.But I swear this is true.

I never asked for this.But I accepted it.I wish I didn’t.Please, if you ever dream of riches from the dead — run. Pray. Say no.Not all blessings are good.

Thank you for reading my story. I only want peace. I don’t want fame. I just want to warn others.Please, listen to your heart — not your hunger for money.