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Blessing of Witch
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Some dreams are meant to come true,. But what do you do when your nightmare comes true? Do run the opposite way or face your fears?
My life has never been so difficult not very easy though. Like every normal being I was going through with my life.
Until one day I started getting dreams. Dreams that would change my life forever.
Of all the time I wished if I can see the future of others, and help them by warning them. But, it didn't work out that way. Although,I started getting dreams but everything was related to me somehow. I was tarot card reader and because of which sometimes I had faced problem.
People started calling me witch,no one wanted me as a neighbour in their surroundings.
Still they wanted my dreams. Tarot reading was my source of earning. I earn my bread and butter with that.
I am a widow and mother of two. My name is Neena and today I will tell you about my nightmares.
When I was a kid I made a sexual relationship with my cousin several times.
It was such a wonderful pleasure. I was 16 when first he touched my warm flesh. My warm breath made him mad. He started with my forehead and slowly his palm massaged my upper chest. Before that I never ever had experience any pleasure like that. He was skinny and 17. Inexperienced and amateur. He was shaking after seeing my tight and glowing body. It was winter and he was sweating. As his tongue reached to my vagina I went to my dream I saw at the age of 36 we are together in same position. But I was worried and confused that he is about to leave the town and I will be married to someone else. For few years we continued like that.
He when to other state but still my lust continues with others.
Before I got intimate with him I had a dream in which I saw new moon bright and shiny got covered with black clouds. I keep asking about this dream to my grandma and she got bit scared. She was the one who taught me reading about the cards.
As I grew up several other dreams came true some of them were good and some bad. But, the worst was about to come.
Art of seduction can be so imperative I never thought so. Many times in my neighbour I was accused for my sexual behaviours. They say I made many sexual relationship with my neighbours. Ofcourse the blame comes from there wives. No doubt I am extremely beautiful anyone can lower down his jaw. And that what made a preacher a saint mad about me. The man I was married was a saint. We married secretly,it wasn't known to anyone until his body was discovered. People say I murdered him because of relationship with other men.
He was a good saint until he met me. His behaviour towards the life got changed. His followers says before few years of his death he started feeling more powerful more closer to God. Like me his story was also bit interesting. He he was young he took a vow that he will never marry to anyone. He will be a devotee always through out his life. He was the preacher in the Church of Satan which was located outside the town and forbidden by the majority. He was the blind follower of that church. As per him he used to talk to Satan and he guide him to the path.
After few years of our marriage his behaviour got difficult to handle. This was the curse of the temple they say which drew him mad. On the other side I was the true Catholic. I believed only in one God.
My estranged husband became strange day by day. He started eating raw flesh likes Satan is taking him in, his eyes got broader every time he whispers something, every time in fear.
We stopped sharing our bed. He wasn't comfortable with me anymore. To gain power he started sacrificing live animals and eat them raw. He stopped bathing drank blood of animals like he himself became one of Satan. On the other hand my life became more difficult when I saw my childrens started more time with there father. They enjoy his company. To them he was always normal. Until I saw my nightmare.
In my dream I saw a bud got crushed by the sower. I searched for the answers I wrote to my grandma but didn't received any answers. This is when my mind clicked and I thought this was the dream about her. Leaving everything behind I rushed to save her life. But the moment I arrived there was nothing. My mom was sitting on the chair and enjoying her day with her friends.
I asked mamma where is grandma. She was confused and asked what? Honey what are you talking about. Your grandma passed away before you were born. I was speechless, how it can be possible I thought every now and then she was the one who helped me in coping up with my problems, it can't be true I thought.
Honey you are alright mamma asked me. Without saying anything I left the house and as I arrived my children were missing. I searched for them everywhere but found nothing. Then I saw my husband face was covered with blood he was ate half of the body of my elder son and couldn't eat more as he was full. And asking forgiveness in front of the mysterious statue.
I shouted but couldn't do anything as he was extremely powerful. I ran for a gun and fired three shots. Even after that he was standing. Then I took a knife dipped it into a holy water and placed into his heart. This is when for the first time he felt pain and passed away.
I took the body of my half eaten son and buried him in the compund. While my other son was breathing like but I knew he couldn't make it so I shot him too. I left the place and went to live with my mother. And my beloved cousin was back I don't know whether my dream or nightmare which came true but it was painful...
© Fareed Ahmad khan
Some dreams are meant to come true,. But what do you do when your nightmare comes true? Do run the opposite way or face your fears?
My life has never been so difficult not very easy though. Like every normal being I was going through with my life.
Until one day I started getting dreams. Dreams that would change my life forever.
Of all the time I wished if I can see the future of others, and help them by warning them. But, it didn't work out that way. Although,I started getting dreams but everything was related to me somehow. I was tarot card reader and because of which sometimes I had faced problem.
People started calling me witch,no one wanted me as a neighbour in their surroundings.
Still they wanted my dreams. Tarot reading was my source of earning. I earn my bread and butter with that.
I am a widow and mother of two. My name is Neena and today I will tell you about my nightmares.
When I was a kid I made a sexual relationship with my cousin several times.
It was such a wonderful pleasure. I was 16 when first he touched my warm flesh. My warm breath made him mad. He started with my forehead and slowly his palm massaged my upper chest. Before that I never ever had experience any pleasure like that. He was skinny and 17. Inexperienced and amateur. He was shaking after seeing my tight and glowing body. It was winter and he was sweating. As his tongue reached to my vagina I went to my dream I saw at the age of 36 we are together in same position. But I was worried and confused that he is about to leave the town and I will be married to someone else. For few years we continued like that.
He when to other state but still my lust continues with others.
Before I got intimate with him I had a dream in which I saw new moon bright and shiny got covered with black clouds. I keep asking about this dream to my grandma and she got bit scared. She was the one who taught me reading about the cards.
As I grew up several other dreams came true some of them were good and some bad. But, the worst was about to come.
Art of seduction can be so imperative I never thought so. Many times in my neighbour I was accused for my sexual behaviours. They say I made many sexual relationship with my neighbours. Ofcourse the blame comes from there wives. No doubt I am extremely beautiful anyone can lower down his jaw. And that what made a preacher a saint mad about me. The man I was married was a saint. We married secretly,it wasn't known to anyone until his body was discovered. People say I murdered him because of relationship with other men.
He was a good saint until he met me. His behaviour towards the life got changed. His followers says before few years of his death he started feeling more powerful more closer to God. Like me his story was also bit interesting. He he was young he took a vow that he will never marry to anyone. He will be a devotee always through out his life. He was the preacher in the Church of Satan which was located outside the town and forbidden by the majority. He was the blind follower of that church. As per him he used to talk to Satan and he guide him to the path.
After few years of our marriage his behaviour got difficult to handle. This was the curse of the temple they say which drew him mad. On the other side I was the true Catholic. I believed only in one God.
My estranged husband became strange day by day. He started eating raw flesh likes Satan is taking him in, his eyes got broader every time he whispers something, every time in fear.
We stopped sharing our bed. He wasn't comfortable with me anymore. To gain power he started sacrificing live animals and eat them raw. He stopped bathing drank blood of animals like he himself became one of Satan. On the other hand my life became more difficult when I saw my childrens started more time with there father. They enjoy his company. To them he was always normal. Until I saw my nightmare.
In my dream I saw a bud got crushed by the sower. I searched for the answers I wrote to my grandma but didn't received any answers. This is when my mind clicked and I thought this was the dream about her. Leaving everything behind I rushed to save her life. But the moment I arrived there was nothing. My mom was sitting on the chair and enjoying her day with her friends.
I asked mamma where is grandma. She was confused and asked what? Honey what are you talking about. Your grandma passed away before you were born. I was speechless, how it can be possible I thought every now and then she was the one who helped me in coping up with my problems, it can't be true I thought.
Honey you are alright mamma asked me. Without saying anything I left the house and as I arrived my children were missing. I searched for them everywhere but found nothing. Then I saw my husband face was covered with blood he was ate half of the body of my elder son and couldn't eat more as he was full. And asking forgiveness in front of the mysterious statue.
I shouted but couldn't do anything as he was extremely powerful. I ran for a gun and fired three shots. Even after that he was standing. Then I took a knife dipped it into a holy water and placed into his heart. This is when for the first time he felt pain and passed away.
I took the body of my half eaten son and buried him in the compund. While my other son was breathing like but I knew he couldn't make it so I shot him too. I left the place and went to live with my mother. And my beloved cousin was back I don't know whether my dream or nightmare which came true but it was painful...
© Fareed Ahmad khan
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