My Mother Used a Snake to Kill Her Family for Money – And She Wanted Me to Take Over
When I was small, I always knew something was wrong in our house. My mother was not like other mothers. She was not the kind that laughed with her children. She didn’t cry when people died. She didn’t feel bad. Her face was always strong, like stone. At first, I thought she was just tough. But later, I found out the truth. My mother killed her own family to get money – and she used a ritual snake to do it.
This story is true. It is painful, but I want to share it. Because many people are going through the same thing. Some are inside the same kind of house I grew up in, and they don’t know what is going on until it is too late.
When I was small, I noticed that my uncles and aunties were dying. One by one. First it was my mother’s younger brother. Then her sister. Then her mother and father. My cousins too. They just died, and nobody talked about it. No one cried for them. My mother always said things like, “It was their time,” or “God knows best.” But she never showed pain.
I was too young, so I believed her.
But I started asking questions. Why are all her brothers and sisters dying? Why is she the only one left?
And another thing – we were not rich, but we always had money. New clothes. Good food. School fees paid on time. Even when my mother had no job. Sometimes I saw people coming to see her at night, carrying black bags or strange items. I didn’t understand, but I knew something was wrong.
The Day I Heard About the Snake
One day, when I was about 13 years old, I heard my mother talking on the phone. She didn’t know I was around. She was speaking in a low voice, whispering.
She said, “The snake is angry. I gave it blood before. I will feed it again. It is time.”
When I heard that, my heart stopped.
Which snake? What blood? Feed it how?
That was the first time I knew something very dark was happening.
Later that year, we went to the village for a funeral. One old woman – my mother’s aunt – looked at me and said, “Your mother is deep inside something she cannot leave. Your family didn’t just die. She gave them away.”
I didn’t understand.
I asked her what she meant, and the old woman told me about the ritual snake.
She said my mother had gone to a native doctor when she was still young. She was poor and wanted money. The man gave her a snake – not a normal snake, a spiritual one. This snake lives in a shrine. It gives money, but it must eat blood. And not just any blood – the blood of her own family.
The woman said, “That is why your uncles are dead. That is why your grandmother is gone. Your mother gave them away. And when she is gone, she will pass the snake to you.”
I cried that day. My body was shaking. I wanted to run far away. But I was still young, and I had no power.
One evening, I got brave and went to ask my mother.
I said, “Mama, did you kill your brothers and sisters for money?”
She looked at me. Calm. Not angry. Just quiet. Then she said something I will never forget:
“Yes. And when I die, you will continue. The snake will be yours. It is already with you.”
I thought I was dreaming. I screamed. I told her I will never do such a thing. She said, “You will. You will understand later. If you refuse, you will suffer.”
That night, I couldn’t sleep. I started watching her closely.
She was giving strange things to my younger siblings. She would put red powder in their food. Sometimes she would put her hand on their heads and say words I didn’t understand. My younger sister started falling sick. She stopped playing. She stopped smiling. She was just lying down like someone already dead.
That’s when I knew: she had started feeding the snake with her own children.
I could not take it anymore.
One early morning, when my mother was still sleeping, I took my younger brother and sister. We ran away. No clothes. No money. Just fear and hope.
We slept in bus parks. We begged people to help us. Sometimes we slept under shops. But I didn’t care. I just wanted to keep my brother and sister alive.
Some kind people gave us food. One woman took us in and let us sleep in her store room. She said she had also run away from a family like that.
I told her everything. She cried and prayed for us.
She told us never to go back. “If your mother dies, the snake will come for you. Unless you break the covenant.”
From what I learned, this kind of snake is not a pet. It is not even a real animal. It is a spirit. You can’t see it with your eyes unless it wants you to. It lives in dreams, in mirrors, in dark corners. It feeds on blood and fear. When you give it someone, it gives you money. But the peace you lose is more than the money you gain.
Sometimes it speaks. In dreams, it comes and tells you who to give next. If you refuse, it starts taking things from you – your health, your sleep, your life.
My mother had been doing this for years. At first, she gave her siblings. Then her parents. Then her cousins. When they were finished, she turned to her own children – me and my younger ones.
She thought I would help her. She thought I would take over when she is gone.
But I refused.
You may be reading this and thinking, “This is not real.” You may laugh or say it’s superstition. But this thing is real. It is happening in many homes. Some people are rich, but behind that money is blood and pain.
Some mothers, fathers, even pastors, are using ritual snakes to get power. They kill family to get money. They call it “sacrifice,” but it is murder.
I don’t want this to continue. I want people to speak up. If you are in a house where people are dying for no reason, and your parents don’t cry – look deeper. If you are dreaming of snakes or hearing strange voices, don’t keep quiet.
After we ran away, I looked for spiritual help. I found a church that understood spiritual battles. They prayed for me and my siblings. They broke the covenant. I cried. I vomited. I screamed. But something left me that day. The snake’s hold was broken.
I also went for deliverance more than once. It was not easy. Sometimes the snake would come back in dreams. But I kept praying. I kept fasting. I refused to go back to that life.
Today, I am still alive. My siblings are doing well. We are not rich, but we are free. And that is more important.
Final Words
If you come from a dark family, don’t keep quiet. Don’t wait until you are forced to choose between life and death. Run. Speak. Pray.
Even if it’s your mother or father – if they are using dark powers, you must break free. God is bigger than any snake. But you must act.
I loved my mother. But I could not follow her path.
I chose life. You can choose life too.
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