Seven months into my pregnancy, I agreed to house-sit for my brother Victor and his wife, Anne. What I thought would be a relaxing stay turned into a nightmare when I stumbled upon a mysterious discovery in their basement. The contents of three garbage bags left me stunned and fleeing for my life.
The tension between Anne and me had been building over the past year. Despite this, I agreed to house-sit, hoping it would be an opportunity to mend our relationship. The first few days were uneventful, but on the fourth day, I decided to clean up the house. That’s when I ventured down to the basement and noticed the three large garbage bags tucked away in a corner.
My curiosity got the best of me, and I snapped a picture of the bags and sent it to Anne with a lighthearted text. But her frantic response shocked me. “DON’T TOUCH THEM! GET OUT OF THE BASEMENT NOW!” she wrote. Her reaction piqued my curiosity, and against my better judgment, I approached one of the bags and opened it up.
What I found inside chilled me to my core. The bag was filled with ritualistic tools, decayed bones, feathers, and crude voodoo dolls. But what was worse was that these dolls had my face on them, each one stained with what appeared to be dried blood. I was horrified and couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing.
I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed my husband Paul, telling him everything. He instructed me to get out of the house immediately, and I didn’t hesitate. I rushed out of the house and ran through the woods behind their property, desperate to reach the bus stop at the end of the road.
Paul arrived minutes later, and we headed home. The following days were filled with anxiety as we waited for Victor and Anne to return. When they finally did, I confronted them about what I had found. Victor looked horrified, and Anne broke down, admitting to harboring intense jealousy over my pregnancy and resorting to extreme measures.
The discovery tore our family apart. Victor filed for divorce, and Anne disappeared from our lives. The memory of what I found in that basement still lingers, a reminder that sometimes, the greatest threats come from those closest to us.
