Gran pulled me away from her chest and held me on my shoulders looking into my eyes with nothing but concern
“baby are you ok?”
I shook my head “I’m scared granny.” I said with visible terror in my voice
She looked at me with concern “what are you scared of baby?” she asked calmly
“the things that have been happening to me granny.” I cried out “I don’t know what’s real anymore. It’s like I’m hallucinating” I said with tears rolling down my cheeks
“oh baby there’s no such a thing” she said wiping my cheeks with her thumbs
I shook my head no “grandma the things I’ve seen. The things I’ve dreamt off”
She cut me off “Lisa you are imagining things. Nothing is wrong with you!” She snapped. I looked at her with fear in my eyes. this woman never snaps at me. “I’m sorry” she said more calm
“granny what’s going on?” I pleaded
“come let’s go to church so that the pastor can pray for you” she said
It was as if she was trying to convince me that I was crazy when I knew very well that I wasn’t.
“I DON’T NEED PRAYER!” I snapped
She looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I looked down with embarrassment.
I’ve never raised my voice at her before. I’ve always been a respectful child
“I’m sorry grandma.” I said looking down embarrassed
She stood up “come! We going to church!”
I got off the bed and followed behind her. We made our way to the community church. There was our pastor and a guest pastor with his wife. We greeted and they greeted us back
“well aren’t you a beauty” the wife said taking my hands into hers
I returned a smile “thank you” I said trying to pull my hands away from her but her grip was very tight on me. After a while she let go of me
Well that was strange even for her but as my hands were into hers I felt something like a breeze of fresh air, it was just strange
“excuse my wife Namhla. She tends to see things” her husband apologised
I looked at them both and Namhla looked at me with pity. You could tell she had seen something or whatever while she was holding me. She took my hands into hers again and she looked at my wrists and then she let go of me and walked out
“excuse my wife.” He said following her.
Ok what was going on here? Was I demon possessed?
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Fate Chose Me (Complete)
Mystery / Thrillersome of our destinies are preplanned for us and our role is to step into character and do as destiny dictates
