Do Not Watch

The story I am going to tell you had happened 11 years ago, when my sister and I were still children. Before I start, I should tell you a bit about my family history. When my grandfather left my grandmother, she came to live at her parents' house. So my father and we were all born and raised on my maternal great-grandparents' land.

My great-grandmother died in 2003 and as Mauritian traditions go, they brought her body home for the funeral. Well, for those who are not aware, women usually bathe the body before putting on the clothes which are, most of the time, the bridal clothes of the person.

That day, my sister and I were both watching how they were bathing the body. Well, we were small, so we were very curious about funerals (weird, isn't it? I know). I remember at that time my mother strictly told us not to watch because it is bad omen. I stopped watching, but my sister, being smaller (she was 6 at that time) and more stubborn, kept watching. It's important that I tell you that, at that time, my sister was ill (she is asthmatic and frequently has asthma attack). So as some of you may know, people say that when a person is ill or pregnant, they are very vulnerable to supernatural things.

Everything went well at the funeral, but after one week, my sister's health began to deteriorate. She constantly had serious asthma attack. She looked like someone who was about to kick the bucket and we were all very scared. And one week after that, she began to wake up every night and cried that someone was strangling her. She even did the gesture with her hands, like you would do if someone was strangling your neck. The time that she woke up was 1 am and it was like that every night.

At that time my grandmother, my mother and my sister used to sleep in the same bed, as my mother was afraid to sleep alone with my sister knowing that at any time my sister could get really sick so she needed someone with her. One night my grandma woke up to go to the bathroom and as soon as she got out of bed my mom felt like someone got on the bed. She pulled my sister closer to her and closed her eyes tight but as soon as she did so, she felt like someone was literally pulling my sister away from her. She held firm but it was very strong. My mom tried to scream but no sound was coming out. But as soon as my grandmother came back in the room, that evil presence left my sister and went away. Let me tell you that when my great-grandma was alive, she was scared of my grandma though the latter was her daughter.

The battle between that evil being and my family continued for 4 months, with my parents taking my sister to every temple, every church, and every known and unknown religious place. They were so miserable and at wits end that they even took my sis to witch doctors (I have no prejudice against witch doctors, I believe that while they are not so reputable in my country, there are good ones also).

My brother was still a baby at that time, but he was completely neglected because of that. I had to take care of him, though I was still a child myself (I was 10 at that time). Finally, one day we got to know from someone that there was an old lady who had a boon. I forgot where she lived but I still remember her face. She was a nice lady and was very sympathetic towards us after knowing what we went through. We had to take my sis several times to her place and then ultimately, we started to see an improvement in my sister's health.

Allow me to clear something, she was not a witch doctor, just someone who got a gift from God. (I know some of you may not agree to that and I welcome your opinions). She didn't use black magic or whatsoever, only equipment like holy water, etc. Gradually, that evil being started to drift away from my sister and finally after 1 month, she was completely normal again.

On the last day, the lady told us that if we had delayed in bringing my sister to her, she would not have survived long. The purpose of that spirit was to kill my sister. She also told us that it was indeed my great-grandmother and she was not meant to die at that time (though she was very very old). She died from shock. We knew the reason she got that shock. But it's irrelevant to the story. She could not accept her death and she needed something to hold on to and as my sister was ill at that time, she was the perfect victim. The reason she tortured my sister so much was because she wanted revenge, though we had nothing to do with her misery. She could not hurt the real people who made her suffer so as a consolation, she hurt my sister.

My sister is completely fine today. She is a 17 year old teenager leading a normal life, going to school, having fun with friends. When I ask her if she remembers what she went through at that time, she says she doesn't remember anything. I am happy about that, because I want her to have a normal life, and to be a terrorised and scared all her life.

Thank you for being patient and reading my story. It's a bit long I know, but each part was important and had to be mentioned for you to understand better. This was the only malevolent spirit we came across. I had other encounters (this time good ones) which I am going to tell you about next time.