When my mom heard that some Strange 3 Mad Women are threatening us that we will all enter their Coffin, she was àngry, “How will someone be threatening her Sòn and her grand Son?”
When my mom heard that some Strange 3 Mad Women are threatening us that we will all enter their Coffin, she was àngry, “How will someone be threatening her Sòn and her grand Son?”
My mother did not even wait for the sun to go down. She dragged me out of the house immediately. Florence wanted to follow us, but my mother told her to stay back and look after Faith.
“Felix, let us go to that restaurant gate right now,” my mother said, her voice sounding very hot. “No element from the pit of hell can just come from nowhere and declare death over my own blood. Let us go!”
We entered my car and drove straight to the place where we first saw them on Saturday. When we reached the restaurant, the pavement was empty. The white coffins were not there. I asked the security guard at the gate if he had seen them.
“Ah, Oga, those mad women left this morning,” the guard said, pointing down the long street. “They usually move towards the uncompleted building near the old market side. But please be careful, those women are not normal at all.”
We started looking for them, we finally found them, My mom looked at them trying to create a scene.
They were sitting under a big tree near the market, eating dirt from the ground. Surprisingly, their three white coffins were resting neatly against the tree trunk, looking clean and scary. The moment we parked the car and stepped out, the three mad women stood up at once, as if they knew we were coming.
My mother did not fear at all. She walked straight into their front, pointing her finger at the biggest one among them.
“Stay away from my son’s family, I won’t warn you again” my mother shouted, making a very big scene on the street. Passersby started stopping to watch what was happening. “If you try your nonsense with my children again, the fire of God will consume you people where you stand!”
The Mad women didn’t carry their coffins for the first time; they just smiled and left.
It was very strange. They did not shout, they did not fight back, and they did not pick up their white boxes. They just gave us a very deep, wicked smile that sent shivers down my spine, turned around, and walked away quietly into the crowded market.
“You see?” my mother said, dusting her hands. “They are just empty threats. Let us go home, the battle is won.”
We came back home, and my mother decided to sleep over at our place just to make sure everywhere was totally safe. Everybody felt a bit relaxed because of how my mother confronted them.
By 9:00 PM, Faith went to his room to sleep. But around midnight, something strange happened in his room.
My son was sleeping when he heard a dream, These three mad women came to him, and warnéd him
In that dream, the room became very cold, and the door opened softly. The three mad women walked in, but this time, they were not looking dirty anymore. They were wearing pure white clothes, but their faces were still very scary. They stood around Faith’s small bed and looked down at him with pity.
“Any food that your Grandma brings to you, don’t eat it at all” the first mad woman whispered into his ear.
“If you eat it, the three coffins will open for you and your parents automatically,” the second one added, shaking her head.
Faith woke up immediately with a loud gasp, sweating heavily under his blanket. His heart was beating like a small drum. He wanted to run to my room to tell me, but he was too terrified to move his legs. He just stayed awake until morning, staring at the door.
Faith was wondering what the dream is all about.
By 6:30 AM, the whole house was awake. I was in the parlor adjusting my tie for work, and Florence was getting ready too. Suddenly, we heard the sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen side. It was my mother. She had gone out very early to the local market down the street without telling anybody.
She walked into the parlor with a very big, happy smile on her face, holding a covered ceramic bowl that was smelling very nice.
That Morning, My mom came again, this time, with Food in her hands
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