I’m not someone who believes in strange things. Or at least, I wasn’t. But what happened to me shook my soul to its core.

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It started with a dream.

I was walking alone in a dark forest, every night. And at the end of the dream, I would always see a man, tall, in black, with no face. He would stretch out his hand, and I would fall. I would wake up gasping, drenched in sweat, heart pounding like I’d run for miles.

The first night, I brushed it off. Bad dreams happen. But it kept coming. Second night. Third. Fourth. It never changed.

By the fifth night, I couldn’t sleep. But when I finally did, the dream got worse. This time, he spoke.

“Come with me. Your time is up.”

I woke up screaming.

I told my mum. She told me to pray. I did. Harder than I ever had. But still, the dream came. Night six, he was closer. Night seven, I saw him touch my forehead before I collapsed in the dream, and this time, I woke up feeling cold. Not like a chill. Like my soul was freezing.

That morning, I started throwing up. My legs went numb for an hour. My phone screen kept glitching whenever I tried to make a call. I was scared. But no one believed me.

Then came night eight.

That night, I dreamed I was in a coffin. I could see people crying, wearing black. But what scared me the most was that I could also see myself lying inside. I screamed in the dream. I begged. But nobody heard me. Suddenly, the man in black was there again. He climbed into the coffin beside me.

And that’s when I stopped breathing.

For real.

I don’t remember waking up. What I remember is my mother’s scream. She says she found me unconscious, not breathing, eyes wide open. They rushed me to the hospital. No clear diagnosis. Just fatigue, they said. But I knew what was happening.

It wasn’t a health issue. It was spiritual.

That same day, my aunt whispered something to my mum: “Someone’s trying to claim her soul. It’s not normal.” She then mentioned Kiwanga Doctors. She said they had helped her neighbor escape a death curse years ago. I didn’t even argue. I was too terrified.

We called immediately. The voice on the other end didn’t sound surprised when I described the dreams. He calmly told me, “Someone planted a spiritual death mark on you. They want you gone. But you’re not beyond saving.”

He asked me to go to a private place, away from mirrors and electronics. I did. He guided me through a spiritual cleansing. He sent protective oil, special incense, and a charm to tie around my waist. He warned me not to remove it, even in the shower.

That night, I slept.

And for the first time in eight nights, I didn’t dream. I just rested.

It’s been months now. The man in black has never returned. No more nightmares. No more strange illnesses. Just peace.

I later learned it was someone close to our family who had consulted a dark spiritualist out of jealousy. I don’t know why. But I don’t even want revenge. I’m just glad to be alive.

If you’re reading this and you’ve had strange dreams, unexplained sicknesses, or a heavy feeling you can’t shake, please don’t ignore it.

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