I was born out of wedlock, a fact that my grandmother revealed to me, along with the devastating news that my father had denied me while I was still in my mother's womb. This rejection left my mother bitter and filled with hate towards me. In her despair, she even attempted to terminate my life, but her efforts were unsuccessful. I had already made up my mind to enter this world, and nothing could stand in my way.
After my birth, my mother abandoned me, leaving me in the care of her mother in the village. She refused to accept me, deeming me a source of disgrace and shame.When I was ten years old, my mother brought a wealthy man home and introduced him to my grandmother as her future husband. I instantly disliked him, even though I couldn't pinpoint the reason for my aversion. I confided in my grandmother about my feelings.
As they were preparing to leave, the man reached into his pocket to give me some money, but I refused to accept it. In response, my mother cursed me, calling me an "evil child." Despite this confrontation, they departed.
The man went on to lavish gifts upon my mother, including a Lexus jeep and a large house in the city. Just two days before the planned wedding,I had a dreadful dream one night. In the dream, I saw my mother's fiancé holding a calabash. In front of him, my mother knelt with her hands and eyes plucked out, her legs bound tightly with a strong rope. He forced her to drink a red liquid from the calabash. I awoke with a scream and rushed to my grandmother's room to tell her everything. The following day, my grandmother recounted the dream to my mother.
Upon hearing about the dream, my mother became enraged and hurled insults at me, calling me all sorts of derogatory names. She defiantly declared, "Your plan will not work.""They don't want me to get married," my mother accused, despite my concerns about her fiancé. Eventually, they wed, and their extravagant wedding became the gossip of the village. Six years later, my mother welcomed two children, Daniel and Sonia.
Tragedy struck when my grandmother passed away, leaving me devastated as she had been my entire world. My stepfather persuaded my mother to let me move in with them in the city to help care for the children instead of hiring a nanny. And so, that was how I came to reside with them.
Three months after moving in with them, the situation took a drastic turn.I realized that someone was entering my room at night while I slept. Although I never actually saw the person, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was not alone. Initially, I dismissed it as just my imagination running wild due to fear.
One night, after dinner, I went to bed as usual. I said my prayers before drifting off to sleep. Suddenly, I heard the door creak open slowly and quietly. Despite being wide awake, the room was shrouded in darkness, making it difficult to discern the intruder clearly.
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