🌵PART 6🌵🌵I K!LLĒD MY WIFE 🌵
Following the death of our child, whom I regretfully did not have the opportunity to smile with, our lives became filled with trials and tragedies.
After days of grief at home, I began to overcome my feelings of guilt and depression.
But this was only the beginning of Famata’s revenge on me.
Five days have gone after our baby’s death. On the sixth night, Evelyn and I were in bed at 1:00 a.m. when I began to feel uneasy and sensed the presence of someone in the room.
First, it was as if I saw someone open the door to our room and stand there.
I could see a figure standing at the door, watching us.
Even though our bed was at the far end of the room, you could easily see when someone entered.
The person’s face was hidden because the chiness light we were using that night had dimmed, but the individual appeared to be a lady in a long dark gown with her hair unbound. The person in question was holding a knife.
I was somewhere in the middle of sleeping and waking up.
I could not move. It felt like there was a heavy pressure on top of me.
In my subconscious, I understood it was Famata’s soul.
I started crying, but my voice wouldn’t come out. I struggled and struggled, but I couldn’t awaken from my nightmare.
I jumped up, sweating profusely.
What happened? Evelyn inquired, looking at me with pity.
Nothing, Evelyn. I responded in a shaky voice.
I suspect something is wrong, Andrew; please allow me know. I am your wife; why would you hide from me what is wrong with you?
Story paused….
[SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO KNOW !
In Africa, we believe that most death are not natural deaths, we blame witches and wizards.
So in most parts of Africa and in most traditions, they usually buries the late individual with a kn!fe, Razor blades or other harmful instruments, asking them to hunt their killer.”
And it’s believed that in the shortest possible time after their burier, the accused killer can be exposed and can confess because the spirit of the dead can continue hindering them. sometimes the accused killer dies in a very short time.
So who knows, Maybe Famata might have been Buried with a Kn!fe. ]
Story continues…
We’ve been together for four years and were happy until a few days ago, just before our kid died, when your behaviour changed dramatically.
Please, for God’s sake, tell me what’s wrong, my husband. Evelyn inquired (with tears in her eyes).
Evelyn was now crying.
I told her I was fine and it was only a nightmare.
We sat up for nearly an hour, Evelyn calming us even though her cry was more heartbreaking than mine.
Evelyn has yet to overcome the loss of our kid.
Despite my best efforts to remain calm, I felt horribly broken inside for her.
We were both in a pretty impure state at the moment.
Deep down, I felt I was the reason for all of our unhappiness.
We were in bed for the second time around 2:00 a.m., which was also when the second event occurred.
This time, I was completely awake when I spotted a shadow of someone moving slowly over the wall.
The shadow appeared to be holding a knife.
It was certainly a lady’s shadow.
Again, it seemed like I was being pushed to the bed with a 50-ton force.
I struggled and cried until I leaped out of bed and raced to the opposite corner of the room shouting, “Please! Please!”
Evelyn awoke suddenly, puzzled and afraid.
She raced towards me, asking, “What is going on?”
Whom are you pleading with?
Are you okay?
By then, I was on my knees, with my eyes fixed to the wall at the far end of the room, pleading for compassion.
At this moment, I knew it wasn’t a dream since the woman in the gown face was plainly visible…
It was Famata’s ghost…
To be continued…
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