15/11/2022
I asked her how possible it was for a plåcenta to be pounded. She said "I was in labor for three days. Those days were like I was in hell because the pain was unbearable. The doctors tried their best before I was finally scheduled for a CS. It was when the nurses were preparing me for the surgery that my baby came out, followed later by the placenta. I was already too weak and tired from the long labor that I dozed off almost immediately after seeing my baby girl. I think I was dreaming that I was dragging a black nylon with my MIL. I woke up to see a nurse behind me in the maternity ward, and my baby was sleeping peacefully in her baby cot. I saw my husband and my MIL. She was holding a black nylon, and I pointed at it, asking my husband the content of the bag, and he replied that it contains the baby's plåcenta."
She paused again and shook her head before continuing. "I told him to dispose of it himself, but my MIL jumped into the conversation, saying that she'll dispose of it herself. She had this wicked smirk on her face when she said that I knew that she was up to no good, but I was too tired from the rigorous labor and delivery process. Hmmm, if not that I was an orphan, my mother would have been the one to stay with me in the hospital."
I asked her what later happened, and she said that same night, she started blééding seriously and every effort by the doctors to stop the blééding failed.
She said "I heard the doctors muttering to themselves that it was strange for me to blééd, yet I kept blééding. I was given two pints of blood, bought from the blood bank, yet I kept blééding. The scariest part is that since my MIL took that plåcenta, she never came back to the hospital again, even to check on the baby.
On the third day, I felt too dizzy, like life was floating out of me. I rested my pillow on the bed to rest for a while, and I woke up on the other side. I could hear my baby's cry, yet I couldn't carry her. Her cries attracted the nurses who came to wake me up and found my liféléss body. Ken was called immediately, and he came with my MIL who began to shed crocodile tears. I never knew that this is how it feels to dié.
I am everywhere, but no one can see me. It was after my déåth that the events of those past few days began to replay like a movie to me. I saw how my MIL took my plåcenta to their coven, and they pøunded and ate it. That was the spiritual reason behind the sudden blééding which had no medical explanation."
I heaved heavily. I didn't know whether to console or comfort her.
"I'm here to take my baby girl with me. I do not want her to live the life of a møtherless child. Ken and his mother can go on and bring their new wife, but my baby must go with me."
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I asked her why she would do such, but she kept quiet, turned towards me, and asked me to go back to the living room.
I put my phone back into my pocket and walked back into the living room, where I saw her MIL in a deep conversation with the woman whom the ghøst addressed as the leader of the coven.
Shortly, my friend and I left the house, and as we were going out, I still saw the ghost, staring menacingly at the house.
I never mentioned anything about that to my friend. I believe he'll be too shocked to read this on my page. I was not surprised that after I had gone back to my house, my friend called me two days later to tell me that the baby girl had diéd. She diéd in her sleep on the eve of her naming ceremony.
All I did say was "It is well."
Life is indeed deeper than we think. Before you marry anybody, try and be spiritually sensitive to the dynamics of their family structure because LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH!
BE WISE!
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My name is Victor Firdance, I have the rare ability to see, feel, and communicate with ghost freely without any harm.
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14th November 2022
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