GRANNY DUPPY CONQUEROR

A young girl lived in Orange Villa with her Granny, Grand Aunts, Mother, Aunts, and several cousins.

Their family was large, but the house was even bigger, a grand, old home filled with whispers of the past. Everyone knew it was haunted, yet they all pretended otherwise.

The house had belonged to their family for generations, and the girl had always known that the spirits of her ancestors walked among them.

One night, as she got ready for bed, everything seemed normal. She usually slept beside her Granny, but when she went to the room, Granny wasn’t there.

Confused, she ran to her mother and asked where Granny was. Her mother told her Granny was in the living room. Relieved, the girl rushed to find her but instead of a warm welcome, her Granny snapped at her, ordering her back to her room. She was sleeping in the living room that night.

Hurt and afraid, the girl had no choice but to sleep alone. To keep herself calm, she watched cartoons until sleep finally took her.

Sometime in the dead of night, she woke up to the sound of Granny’s voice shouting, pleading the blood of Jesus.

Her heart pounded as she ran to the window beside her bed, hoping to see what was happening.And then she saw something that made her blood run cold.

 

Granny ran past the window, moving fast, chasing something unseen in the night. And then her cousin walked by.Casually. Slowly. As if nothing was wrong. But that wasn’t possible. Her cousin was dead. They had buried her just days ago.

 

Terrified, the girl ran to the front door, where Granny’s shouting grew louder. Her mother and aunts rushed to open it, letting Granny inside just in time. As soon as she stepped in, they threw a measuring tape over the doorway and slammed the door shut.

Granny stood there, breathless, her clothes disheveled as if she had just fought a battle. The girl had never seen her like this before.

Then, everything got worse.

She turned to look at the door again, but before she could react, Granny was behind her, moving quickly, gathering items to burn.

Get outside, Granny ordered.
The girl obeyed.

 

That night, Granny cleansed the house, burning whatever evil had crept inside. For weeks, things were quiet. Peaceful.

But it didn’t last.

The strange happenings returned, creeping back into the walls of their home. And the girl? She would never forget that night.

 

She would never forget the face of her cousin, expressionless, empty and drifting past her window, a shadow of the dead.