MY COUSIN WORKED IN FUNERAL PARLOUR OWNED BY A NIGERIAN GUY AND SHE LOST HER MIND LIKE G MASHEGO

“My Cousin, the Funeral Parlour, and the Snake She Says Sleeps Beside Her”

It's important to know that there's nothing more dangerous than experiencing certain things and speaking out about them. Most rituals made are secrete and speaking out about them can cost you your mental health.

Everything that is happening in South Africa now with G Mashego is a result of speaking out of turn about things which were meant to be grave secrets. Those who don't know who G Mashego is let me share a video of how he lost his mind since he came back from Nigeria and I'll also attach a video of my once so beautiful cousin and her video now.

She looks like a totally different person from when she lost her mind after experiencing rituals she wasn't supposed to see or know about. Lets me share with you her story and hopefully someone I. Here will help her.

I have a cousin who used to work at one of the richest men’s funeral parlours in our town. At first, it seemed like the opportunity of a lifetime. She would often say how beautiful the building was — marble floors, golden handles, and endless corridors with rooms only a few were allowed to enter.

But the longer she worked there, the quieter she became. Her once-bright laughter faded. She stopped wearing bright clothes. And then, almost overnight, she became someone we didn’t recognize.

She started talking about “things” she had seen while cleaning or preparing bodies. Things that were not meant for the eyes of the living. She would whisper about doors that stayed locked and rituals performed before certain bodies were buried. She swore that sometimes, before dawn, she could hear low hissing sounds echoing through the walls of the parlour.

At first, we thought it was stress. Then it became much darker. She began saying there was a huge snake sleeping next to her at night. She described it as having scales blacker than coal and eyes that glowed like dying embers. She said it curled around her waist as she slept, breathing slowly like a man.

We begged her to leave that job, but it was too late. She already had nightmares, sleepless nights, and a haunted look in her eyes. Now she can barely hold a conversation without mentioning the snake or the funeral parlour. Sometimes she says it follows her; other times she says it lives inside her room.

Our family doesn’t know whether she’s cursed, haunted, or simply broken by what she saw. We only know she isn’t the same. We’ve tried churches, healers, even cleansing ceremonies — but nothing seems to calm her down.

It’s as if that funeral parlour didn’t just take her time and work; it took her peace, her mind, and maybe even her soul.

Sometimes, late at night, I wonder if the snake is just a symbol of her trauma… or if she really did see something in that place that was never meant to be seen by the living.