Do you believe in
Earthly Entities or Enchanted Being?
This is my first time posting in groups like this, and I just want to share a family story from my mother's side. So here it goes.
I've often heard this story from my mother whenever their family's topic comes up. Hahaha.
They are five siblings (or were, I hope) in the family: my eldest aunt, two uncles, my mother, and the youngest. My mother's family is deeply involved in folk healing. They believe in earthly entities that provide them with oils for healing (though they don't explicitly claim to be healers themselves, people come to them if they suffer from "kulam" or similar afflictions). They call their family "Dada," which was a term for my grandmother's sister. Dada took their youngest child in exchange for becoming healers. Only they have the ability to see these entities. One time, a supposed large entity delivered "medicine" to their Dada. During their negotiation, Dada expressed a desire to take my mother's youngest sibling, but she said it couldn't be the youngest. It seemed like they had some negotiation and were given options, but it ended up being a "no-choice" situation. (My grandmother was giving birth at the time of the negotiation with the "large entity"). So, my grandmother, having been told that they wanted her baby, didn't expect the child to live. They even baptized the child, who was already dead, with no one being aware. They had godparents for the lifeless baby. Afterward, they went home, and Dada said, "Wait, they'll let you borrow the child." So, my grandmother held onto hope. After a few hours (she didn't leave the baby's side, just in case they came back to breastfeed), the baby suddenly cried in the crib (when I first heard this part, I got scared). Dada (my grandmother's aunt) approached my grandmother and said, "They'll just let you borrow the baby; they'll take it back after a year." (This is the heartbreaking part of the story as told by my mother). Their youngest child was a typical happy kid, and almost everyone in their village loved their youngest sibling. Then, the day they didn't expect came...
Their youngest sibling asked to wear fancy clothes and wanted to go out. (Keep in mind that more than a year had passed, so they didn't expect this to happen). When they were about to put on the last outfit, their youngest suddenly collapsed - not like fainting, but like having no pulse. They called my grandfather and other relatives. Dada just said, "It's gone; they've taken it." After a year, Dada sent a letter to my grandmother, written by their youngest (I didn't personally see the letter, but it's probably hidden away). It was a letter from the child, like a letter from a young student just learning to write. The child asked about my grandmother (their mother) and told her not to worry because they were in a good place. (I also asked my mother how this happened. According to her, Dada taught the child what to put in the letter).
I don't know if this is scary for you, but personally, when I heard this story, I felt sad.
In the eerie glow of the annular solar eclipse, beneath the haunted canopy of the web, we gather once more in the spirit of all things mysterious and macabre. 