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 Hello everyone. A few days ago we got an inbox from anonymous who said she lost her daughter two years ago. A few months after burying the daughter she started dreaming about her then she would wake up from the dream that felt so real and she would notice her door quickly opening up and a shadow leaving the room. Anonymous says when this first happened she would hide under her blankets because she was very scared as everything felt so real. The dream apparently became a daily thing and it kept getting realer everytime. In the dream the daughter wore the same clothes she died in. She then decided to burn the clothes Because she thought maybe keeping the clothes was what was causing the dream. Then suddenly in the dream the daughter would be holding a candle trying to burn the clothes while she's wearing them. In the dream the daughter has outgrown the clothes and they really look small but when she died they were a perfect fit. Anonymous then says she got very tired of this dream s...

 Please Admin make me annon Good day house I have a problem at home. I see the shadow of my husband who is still very much alive. It's been a couple of months I've been seeing this and thought my eyes are playing games with me. Now my elder daughter can see it too. It looks very sad. My husband is the kind that drinks a lot, comes home very late, befriends everybody and talks about his every movement with every person. My children and I prays a lot and he doesn't. Last night I walked into the bedroom unexpectedly and Mr shadow was standing and looking right into his face while he was fast asleep. He disappeared right in front of my eyes. Early hours of this morning I went to the bathroom, when I came back my husband was sitting on the bed, got in bed facing the other side and when I turn around to face him, he was lying fast asleep and no sign of being awake and sitting on the bed. He's doing a lot of creepy things in our bedroom. I don't know what this is, but I ne...

 My father forced me into marriage at age 15 to a ritualist from Ghana My dad grew up in a family that had nothing. Poverty is all he knew while growing up. According to my aunt who is his sister she says the people in our village treated them very bad. Because they were poor, they were treated as such. Their parents (my grandparents) were the village's drunk couple. People would get them to do odd jobs for them then pay them with alcohol.  Their parents were the village's laughing stock. They humiliated them so much and their home had no dignity. My dad then ran away from home in his late teen years to try and find a brighter future away from home.  Unfortunately things didn't work out as he had hoped. In his late twenties he apparently went back home with a toddler and a pregnant wife. That toddler was me and the pregnant woman was my mom who at the time was pregnant with my little brother.  When my dad returned home with us, his parents had already passed. He had ...

 I MARRIED A WITCH WHO TURNED ME INTO A RITUALIST USING MY SIDE CHICKS AS SACRIFICES  My confession is very sensitive but desperation to fit into the definition of our broken society's standards of wealth led me there. I grew up fairly well. My parents made sure we had everything we needed. They lived within their means and did not succumb to any pressure. My dad was a bus driver and my mom was a cleaner at our local hospital. Obviously they did not have dream jobs but we got by perfectly well. They were both well disciplined when coming to money so they literally had a budget which they stuck to. We never used to wear branded clothes or shoes except on Christmas and new years day and there after those clothes would only be for extremely special occasions only. When coming to food certain foods were reserved for certain days.  For instance chicken and rice were strictly for Sundays only unless we had guests. We used to drink fizzy drinks only on Sundays too but we have ne...

Hey admin,please keep me unknown. I recently saw a post on the group where someone is complaining kasejeso and thought i should share my story with you guys since this sejesho thing is real. Well i was raised by both my loving parents,i was the only child and a very disciplined one,i was an A student in our college and that only changed my life from how i planned it to how am living it now. When i went to grade 10,i started being very rebellious,i didn't want to listen to anyone nor get reprimended,So one day ke robetsi,a dreamt of a friend of mine coming to me holding a plate ya nama,stew beef to be specific,i was a fan of stewbeef,i loved it so so so much,then sharp that meat looked so delicious and tasted so good,and while i was eating in the dream,the friend mentioned that this plate will change your whole life" hehehe guys witches are working over time. From then i started getting sick,going in and out of hospitals,doctors would dignose m with different illnesses e.g fibr...

 I HOOKED UP SLAY QUEENS WITH RITUALISTS FROM DUBAI NOW THEY REFUSE TO PAY ME I don't even know what to do anymore. So I tried out forex back in 2017 and it was a hit for me because I ended up affording a trip to Dubai. That wasn't my only milestone. I managed to buy a house and a car so I did pretty well during those days. In Dubai obviously we go to places where we could network. So I met a couple of older men who were filthy rich. I mingled of course it was for my Instagram so that I can lure more people to join my team. Anyway I went to the same spot a couple of times on different days because obviously I loved the kind of people who hung out there. Those men are rich guys not just small riches the Jay Z kinda rich. I knew hanging with such people would spike interest from the public and I'd score potential clients. The kinda drinks that were drank there Yoh. 1 bottle's worth coul possibly buy me a second hand care that's still in very good condition. Kodwa keh ...

 I've shared a video with you admin but please keep me anonymous.  My thing is I've been silently watching how Indians operate and also how every year there's death following their priducts. So i also once owned a spaza which i inherited from my parents. My parents were well known ritualists and it was a known thing but nobody could prove it. I am here to confirm and affirm it. Okay so they owned 3 different businesses. A spaza shop that was run at home, a supermarket and a tarven. In all these 3 businesses every year there would be death happening.  At the tavern someone would die from being stabbed by a fellow drunk. At the supermarket and spaza  someone would just die in the shop from unknown attacks.  This was an annual thing. The community knew but did nothing about it. My dad was a very intimidating man so maybe that's why nobody ever came forward. I on the other hand realised a lot of things when i started being hands on. I realised that the supermarket a...

HOW I SACRIFICED MY CHILDREN FOR THE SUCCESS OF MY BOYFRIEND'S BUSINESS. Most people judge me when i share my experience and my mistakes. Instead of getting help I'm always crucified. I made a terrible mistake and i allowed love blind me into foolishness.  My parents divorced when i was very young. That resulted in me living with my aunt(my mom's sister). Both my grandparents from each side passed away before i was even born. If they were alive maybe i would've lived with them and life wouldn't have turned out the way that it did. My mom's sister treated me really bad. Her children were never wrong in her eyes and i was always at family. Before moving in with my aunt i used to live with both my parents. My mom used to work as a domestic worker so that she can take care of my dad and i. Not only that but she was also paying for my dad's fees. Obviously in her mind she thought dad would finish his studies, get a job and take care of us.  On days that i wanted ...