I can still remember the feeling of dread that filled our home that month. It started with my uncle, who fell ill suddenly and passed away despite being perfectly healthy days before. Then my cousin, my aunt, and two family friends died under mysterious circumstances.
Five deaths in thirty days. Each loss tore through our family like a hurricane, leaving grief, fear, and confusion in its wake. We were living in Nakuru at the time, and the air in our house felt heavy. I could sense the fear that gripped my parents and siblings.
Nights were restless, days were tense. Even the neighbors noticed something unusual. Every death seemed random, but when they started happening one after another, I knew this was no accident.
I tried to stay rational, thinking it was a string of illnesses or unfortunate coincidences. But then, small signs started appearing objects moving in strange ways, nightmares that felt too real, and a sense of unease that no medicine or comfort could erase.
Something invisible was pressing down on us, and I knew I had to act. A family friend advised me to seek help from famous doctor, a traditional healer known for protecting families and cleansing negative forces.
Desperate, I called him and explained everything. The weight of our losses, the fear in our home, and the feeling that something unseen was attacking us.
