My mom told me this story long ago, when I was a child and
it still intrigues me even now.
This is a true story based on my mother’s side. This
happened to my grandmother’s aunt, who at a young age was
going through some difficult times. When her husband left
her she went through an emotional breakdown and it affected
her economically, to the point that she was going to have
her house taken away. She didn’t know what to do. Her poor
condition was overheard by one of her friends who advised
her to go to one of the town’s witches. She felt so hopeless that she gave it a try.
When she related her story to the witch she gave her the following
suggestion… “Make a deal with the devil, and he will take
you out of your misery. But you will need to give something
in return.” She gave a bewildered look and told the witch
she was penniless and didn’t have anything of worth.
The witch said "otherwise I think your unborn son shall
suit the deal well.” The woman completely rejected the
idea at first, but in a few days she came back to her and
agreed to the deal.
As soon as she made the deal, the lady quickly won the
town’s lottery. The next few months everything seemed to
pick up – even her social life. But the day came when birth
pains brought her to a heartbreaking realization of what
she had done.
Through all the material happiness, she had forgotten the
deal she made with the witch.
She was terribly stricken to know that she would need to
give up her first-born child to the darkness of a desperate
bond.
She looked upon her newborn and frantically tried to find a
scapegoat that would help them. She remembered an old
wisdom handed down to every generation of keeping evil away
from children. Early in the morning, she pulled one of her
older nieces aside, giving her the wrapped child unto her
arms. “Run, quickly! Get to the cathedral! Tell the priest
to baptize the child! Stop for no one no matter what
happens. Don’t let anyone distract you. Now hurry!” The
young girl noticed her auntie’s distress as she was shoved
out the door.
She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, holding the
child close to her breast.
Suddenly she heard low whispers around her. She looked
about but did not stop. As she neared the church, the
voices grow higher and higher. She felt the baby start to
fidget as she scanned the area. But there was no one around
for miles.
As the church’s peak started showing around the corner the
voices became one, and finally the girl realized the source
of the whispers and that they had been speaking to her.
She slowed and carefully unwrapped the baby, as the soft
cloth gave but a peek of the tender child’s face. The baby
jerked up, smiled and said in a hoarse and low voice, “Look
aunty, I have teeth!” He then smiled broadly showing all of
his sharp little teeth.
The girl gasped sharply as she dropped the bundle; the
newborn hopped out of the blanket and dashed off, cackling
along the way.
Curiously, I asked my mom how she knows this story well.
She tells me, “Because the girl that was carrying him was
my grandmother.”
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