I BATH ONCE A WEEK IN A MONTH WITH DIRTY WATER FOR MY WEALTH

I BATH ONCE A WEEK IN A MONTH WITH DIRTY WATER FOR MY WEALTH 

“I Bath Only During My Periods in My Late Daughter’s Dark Room – All for Money”

I never thought I would do something like this. I used to be a normal young woman, full of dreams, full of love for my little girl. But everything changed after she died. My life broke into pieces, and I was ready to do anything just to feel alive again — even if it meant doing the unthinkable.

Two years ago, a man from Nigeria came into my life. He called himself an initiator. He told me that my daughter’s spirit was special, that she could help me attract money and good luck. At first, I didn’t believe him, but he spoke with such confidence that I started to listen. He said he could make me rich — but I had to follow every instruction carefully, no matter how strange it sounded.

His first instruction was simple but cruel.
He said, “You must never sleep from 10 pm to 6 am. Those are the hours of power. If you sleep, the spirits will turn against you.”

From that day, I stopped sleeping at night. I stay awake in darkness, sitting on my bed, staring at the walls. My eyes burn, my body shakes, but I am too scared to close my eyes. I feel strange things moving in the air, sometimes I hear soft whispers, and sometimes I feel a cold hand brush against me. But I still stay awake — because he said I must.

Then came the second instruction, the one that haunts me every month.
He told me that I am only allowed to bath when I am on my periods, and I must use the same water until my period ends. I was told to bath in a small dish, and that I must do it inside my late daughter’s room.

That room used to be filled with laughter and pink curtains. Now, it’s dark. The initiator told me to remove the windows so that no light could enter. He said light would anger the spirits. So I took the windows out, one by one, until the room became completely dark.

Now, during my periods, I go inside that room alone. I sit on the floor with my dish and bathe in silence. The water grows darker with each day, but I am not allowed to throw it away until the last day. When I am done, I leave the room quietly and close the door behind me. I never ask where the water goes or who takes it. I just follow orders.

Sometimes I feel like I can hear my daughter crying inside that room. Her toys are still there, her small shoes by the door. The air feels heavy, as if something is trapped — maybe her spirit. I want to stop, but I can’t. Every time I think of quitting, strange things happen. Things fall on their own, the lights flicker, and I dream of her standing by my bed, staring at me without eyes.

I don’t even know if I’m doing this for money anymore. The initiator keeps saying my blessings are close, but I feel emptier every day. I haven’t seen any money, only fear. I feel like I sold my peace.

Sometimes I think I used my daughter’s spirit as a sacrifice without even realizing it. Maybe that’s why I can’t sleep, why the house feels alive at night.

I don’t know how to escape. I want to stop, but I’m scared of what will happen if I disobey. So I keep bathing in that dark room, month after month, praying that one day my daughter will forgive me — and that the spirits will finally leave me alone.