THE DEADLY TORTOISE
YOUR NEIGHBOUR WITH A PET MAY BE A VERY DANGEROUS NEIGHBOUR. THERE'S AN OLD FOREIGN MAN MOVING AROUND SOUTH AFRICAN PROVINCES WITH A TORTOISE,HE IS VERY DANGEROUS.
I live in a small village in KZN. One day, a strange man came to our village. He was quiet but people said he had powers. I did not know he was dangerous.
He had a pet — a tortoise. At first, everyone thought it was normal. But soon, strange things started happening. People in the village said they saw the tortoise moving in ways no tortoise should. Sometimes it disappeared and reappeared in strange places.
Then the troubles began. One night, I woke up and heard whispers in my room. The tortoise was outside, but the voice was inside my head. “Give me your food… your money… your life,” it said. I was scared. I tried to run, but the tortoise always seemed to be watching, always one step ahead.
It was not just an animal. The spirit of the strange man had entered the tortoise. He wanted to take everything — my luck, my family, even my very life. I tried everything — prayers, doctors, charms — but nothing worked.
I later learned that the man was not from our country. He was from a foreign land and had come to KZN to steal people’s luck, wealth, and souls. He moved quietly, never seen during the day. His house was empty and quiet, but at night, lights would flicker, shadows would move, and strange sounds came from inside.
There were always broken eggs on his gate. Some said it was part of his ritual — calling spirits, making deals with the unseen. At night, the tortoise would leave his house and roam the village. Slowly, quietly, it would appear wherever fear lived.
The man’s rituals were strange. Sometimes, drums would beat in the dark. Sometimes, he would chant in a language no one understood. People whispered that he fed the tortoise with things that should never be touched, to make the spirit inside stronger.
One evening, I saw it clearly. The tortoise sat at the fire, holding a black plastic. Its eyes glowed red. I realized it had been feeding on fear for power. I knew then I had to leave the village or the spirit would take me completely.
Even after I escaped, the tortoise found me. It would appear at the edge of the road at night, eyes glowing red, black plastic in its claws. Sometimes, I thought I heard the man’s voice whispering through it: “You cannot hide… I am everywhere… I see everything.”
Families in the village began locking doors and windows at night. Dogs refused to go near the man’s house. Some said they saw shadows moving faster than any tortoise should. The spirit in the tortoise was growing stronger — feeding on fear, waiting, watching.
I know now that leaving was not enough. Every time I close my eyes, I hear slow, creeping footsteps outside my window… reminding me that the tortoise is never far, and the man’s rituals have not ended.
Warning: The man moves from province to province in South Africa. He comes quietly, with his tortoise, stealing luck, wealth, and souls. Be careful. Watch your homes. Lock your doors at night.
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