This is the continuation for the tragedy story.
One day I saw my son and the color of his shirt changed in front of my eyes from orange to red. I am scared about all this. My family members have tagged me mad and I don't have anything to prove.
One day I was staying in my mother's home. And my husband came with my son to visit me. My second child wasn't born then. He stayed in a hotel. I went to the hotel at night. At night he was wearing only a vest, I think its called banian in India and he was covered in the rug. I didn't sleep and was sitting on a chair and later I slept next to him but didn't actually sleep. He suddenly woke up and removed the rug and was wearing a blue shirt.
I think there are two or three people like my husband and my sons. And I am moving through places. Its very scary.
Early morning my brother came to pick me up. At that time my husband said I am going to leave now. After that I went with my brother to my mother's home. But my husband came in a taxi and admitted me to mental hospital. He was wearing a dark green color shirt. He went away.
I was sitting on a bed. And he came again but he was wearing a brown shirt. Why does he changed the shirt? I think the one who left in the dark green color shirt is not the same. Both are different people in different shirt. I don't know why I took birth to experience all this. And I keep thinking my real husband and real sons are being tortured while I am leading my life with the ones looking like my sons and husband. Because I listen to their screaming voices and I have come to this conclusion. There is no one to help me. If I say something to anyone they think I am mad. And my boss advised me to visit psychiatrist after I told him that I listen to voices.
Also my boss didn't wear the same shirt at evening which he was wearing in the afternoon. Whom can I ask about this? People will think I am mad. I think what's the point in living. But there are my two sons in front of my eyes. And I need to take care of them. And I am not well-off. I work and I need to make a living. My husband works too. I also thought of leaving my job but then what shall I do at home. I will go mad listening to voices. Now-a-days I don't listen to much of the voices also. But I can't forget what happened to me.
I don't know which supernatural powers played with my life and made it a hell. What have I done to deserve this?
I don't think I am going to live for long after what happened to me. I needed to tell someone about this. So I wrote on your website.