THE SNAKE IN OUR VILLAGE RIVER BELONGS TO MY WEALTHY FATHER
I grew up in a quiet village where everyone feared the river. People said it was dangerous. They said it swallowed people. One moment someone would be swimming or washing clothes, and the next moment they were gone. No body. No footprints. No sign of anything.
Just silence.
Just disappearance.
I never understood why. I was still young, and I was the child of the richest man in the village. My father had money, land, power… everything. People respected him, but they also feared him. I just didn’t know why.
All of that changed two weeks ago.
My father is sick now. He lies on his bed the whole day, breathing heavily like every breath is a battle. One evening, he called me into his room. His voice was weak, but his eyes were sharp.
He said he needed to tell me something before he died.
Nothing prepared me for what I heard.
He told me there is a huge snake living in our village river. A dark, ancient snake. He said he brought it all the way from Malawi many years ago. He said the snake is the reason people drown and disappear. It takes their bodies, their blood, their souls.
And in return, it gives him wealth. Power. Respect.
I felt my heart stop. My father… the man I admired all my life… was feeding people to a monster.
I wanted to walk out of the room. I wanted to scream. But he kept talking.
He said the snake already knows he is dying. It has been waiting for a new master. He said the creature wants me. And if I refuse, the snake will turn against my family—my wife, my children, even children who are not born yet.
Then he said words that made my skin crawl:
The blood money you reject raised you. It made your life comfortable. Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it.
I looked at him and saw a stranger. A monster wearing my father’s face.
After that night, strange things started happening around my home.
My wife said she heard a heavy splash at night. We don’t even have water in the backyard, but she swore something big landed there.
My son woke up shaking, saying he saw a long black tail sliding into water in his dream.
My daughter said she heard hissing outside her window.
I kept quiet. How can I explain to my family that something in the river knows our names?
One morning I felt I needed to see the truth myself. So I went to the river. It looked normal at first. Too calm. Too perfect.
But the closer I walked, the more the air felt heavy. Like someone was standing behind me, breathing on my neck.
Then I saw it.
A huge shadow moving under the water. Slow. Silent. Watching me like it recognized me.
My knees almost gave in. I stepped back but the shadow moved again, deeper, turning its massive body under the surface.
That was the moment I knew my father wasn’t lying.
When I got home, he was waiting for me with a smile. A proud smile. A sick smile.
He whispered:
It felt you. It knows you came. It knows you will be next.
I told him I refuse. I told him I will never feed the snake. Never continue this evil. I will protect my family with everything I have.
His smile disappeared instantly.
His voice became cold.
If you walk away… the snake will take your children first.
Those words broke me.
Now every night I sleep with fear. Fear of water. Fear of darkness. Fear that something is crawling closer to my home. Fear that one day I will wake up and one of my kids will be missing.
I want to destroy the snake. I want to end this curse. I want to cut off the darkness my father brought into this world.
But how do you fight something that is not human?
Something that has eaten people for years?
Something that lives in silence and shadows?
So this is my confession.
I am a young doctor. I have a beautiful wife, two amazing kids, and a simple life we worked hard to build. I don’t want blood money. I don’t want wealth that comes from death.
But the river is waiting.
And the snake is watching.
Before it destroys my family, I need a way out.
I need help.
I need someone who knows how to kill the creature my father brought here.
Before the river asks for more.
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