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A little girls voice?

cintaribka submitted:

When I was younger, about ten years old, me and my parents visited my family in Indonesia. The culture of Indonesia is very different than the rest of the world. If you’ll go to the suburbs you’ll find a lot of broken down houses and poor people. People would do everything for a little bit of money, they would even start to ‘perform’ black magic. My grandma was one of those people. My grandparents were very wealthy people and not because they had jobs that paid them good. Often sick people would come to the house and they would walk out healthy again. I never really understood it until it was explained to me by my mom years later. One day, while I was playing at the house during the summer holiday, my grandma got really really sick. My mom called the doctor and he said that she got very ill, but he couldn’t find out how she got so sick. My grandpa then called a ‘different doctor’. A few hours later my mom called me downstairs, I wasn’t allowed to go upstairs for the next three hours. I should play in the living room instead. Then a very, very old lady walked in. She looked fucking scary, I’ll tell you. Her hair was long and grey and it looked as if she never washed it. She was very tiny and bony and my mom just kept telling me to walk forward. The old lady didn’t speak, she just went straight upstairs to where my grandmother was sleeping. My grandpa told me that she was going to help my grandma get better. I was very happy with that news and just played with my toys in the living room, until I remembered I forgot my Barbie purse in my room. That was upstairs. I forgot my mom had told me not to go upstairs, so I went to get my purse and when I walked pass the door of my grandma’s bedroom, I got the fucking scariest chills. I wanted to cry instantly. There was a little girl’s voice chanting in my grandma’s room. She was singing and she sounded like my age. I heard my mom walk in downstairs and she called my name abruptly. I ran downstairs and she got so mad, but when I asked her if there was a little girl in the room, she looked at me and told me: “I told you not to go upstairs, why couldn’t you just listen. Stay here, don’t go anywhere. Forget about it.” – The old lady came out two hours later, not talking, not even looking at us. The next day my grandmother got better again. Idk what the fuck happened, all I know is that I have never been so scared in my life just by hearing a little girl sing while everybody knew that there was no other little girl in the house than me.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 8/10 Hot damn this one is really interesting.  Thanks for sharing the scares!




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A little girls voice?

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