I haven’t made a post in a while. But a few weeks ago I had a dream about my dad dying, and today part of the dream came to reality.
This morning he was rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. He was vomiting so violently that it caused internal bleeding.
This has happened before, but never to this severity.
He has pockets in his stomach, from what I could gather they’re in the internal layer of the wall of the stomach. So to paint a picture for you, imagine a cyst or a tumor. Like a big ass boil. But multiple.
This is the second time he’s been admitted to the hospital for it. The first time the doctor prescribed meds that were supposed to kill off what ever these pockets are. Now, it turns out they’re bigger in size and infected.
In my dream I overheard a conversation between my dad’s girlfriend and her daughter, about what she found out while at the hospital (this is how I know what’s wrong with him, I was eavesdropping. He’s only allowed 1 visitor right now, and of course it’s her.). He’s going for surgery in the next 2 weeks.
It actually happened in reality. As I was getting out of the shower today, I overheard their conversation. This is where I got the sense of Deja Vu, and remembered waking up from the dream of my dad dying.
The second part of the dream (the middle is a blank), my dad dies. Either in surgery, or after. I can’t remember exactly how.
Here’s the kicker… I’ve suspected her of being a witch for a while. She has an anltar-ish thing set up on their dresser. Surrounded by pictures of her family, and an assortment of candles (she also has boxes of specific colored candles in their closet - I went snooping again). And a jewellery box with a cheap dollar store lock on it. One day I went snooping to see what was in it. It was some kind of powder, or ash. It wasn’t dark, but it wasn’t white. It was like a silvery-grey color.
What if she really is?
Let me explain my theory.
Before she got here, life wasn’t so great for my dad. He was a janitor, working night shift with me as his partner in crime. Basically. We cleaned the big stores around town. He was making $12 an hour, I was making $10 (minimum wage). He hated it as much as I did. The bosses were tools, and no matter what we did, whether we cleaned for 3 hours or 8, they would nit-pick and find shit that we did wrong.
Out of nowhere, she calls. After about 10 years of not talking to him. Him and her split, then he got with my mom and had me and my sister. Then he left us and moved on to a kid, fresh out of high school and had 2 kids with her. Then moved on to an adult again, and had the most recent kid.
Says she needs help, that she’s clean of all the drugs and the drinking (which is total horse shit because every month there’s at least 8 quarts of whiskey under the sink in our recycling container, and I know for a fact she gets pills delivered for free because her uncle is a dealer. She just hides it well enough from my dad to make him not question her.). When she got here, she got a job. Lost it a few weeks later because she was skipping shifts so she could walk a couple blocks to this drug infested apartment building and pary with the crack heads (I followed her to work one day and seen her walk to the apartments rather than go in once my dad dropped her off. He never stuck around till she actually walked in the door. He trusted her. Until one day me and him were out driving and we caught her leaving the building.)
When and if my dad dies, we all get money. His job only pays him $14 an hour, but the benefits kick ass. She gets like 150 grand, I get 20, and so do the rest of the kids when they come of age - assuming she didn’t convince him to make her the one in charge of it after he’s gone. Which is possible… If that’s the case, we’re fucked, and she’s getting well over 200 grand for her and her daughter.
There’s the motive. So WHAT IF my suspicions are spot on? What if she actually is a witch using black magic to kill him, and other forms of magic to better her life. Like what if she’s the one responsible for the job with a killer life insurance policy?
Is there anything I can do to protect him? I don’t even know if it’d be too late at this point.