25/02/2026
Episode 21 — REGRET
A True Life Story 💯📌
Written by: AJ’s World ✍️💯
Morning came, but peace did not.
The house was quiet, yet something about the silence felt heavy… almost watching.
Tracy woke up in her own room, her neck still sore from the attack. She slowly touched the faint bruises and shut her eyes.
“I can't believe i was attacked by an old witch with a vulture head…” she whispered to herself.
Even saying it still sounded unreal.
But it happened.
And she knew it.
Across the hallway, in her own room, Mira sat on the edge of her bed staring at a small pink birthday dress spread neatly beside her.
In three days, Baby Jewel would turn four.
Four years old.
Mira had promised herself that no matter what storms she was facing, she would celebrate her daughter. She had already started making small plans — a simple cake, balloons, maybe a few children from the neighborhood.
She needed something joyful.
Something normal.
But her mind kept drifting back to the previous night.
The attack.
The fear.
The strange presence.
She shook her head.
“No… not now,” she muttered. “I won’t let fear steal my daughter’s happiness.”
Just then, Tracy knocked gently and entered.
“How did you sleep?” she asked softly.
Mira forced a smile. “Fine and you.”
They looked at each other.
No words were needed.
The tension was still there.
By 8:00 a.m., Tracy received a message from the pastor:
“We are praying and will be on our way shortly.”
Relief washed over her.
“The pastor is coming soon,” she told Mira.
Mira nodded slowly.
“Good. Maybe once he prays here, all this will stop.”
But deep inside, something felt unsettled.
Meanwhile…
At the pastor’s house earlier that morning, before preparing to leave, he had a strange look on his face.
His wife noticed.
“You didn’t sleep well,” she said.
He sighed deeply.
“I had a dream.”
Her expression changed immediately.
“What kind of dream?”
He hesitated before speaking.
“In the dream, I was standing in front of Mira’s house. Suddenly, the sky turned dark. Then an old woman with a vulture head appeared behind me.”
His wife gasped softly.
“She didn’t touch me,” he continued. “But she spoke.”
“What did she say?” his wife whispered.
The pastor’s jaw tightened.
“She said, ‘Stay away from that house. Or your household will mourn.’”
Silence filled the room.
His wife felt chills run down her spine.
“That’s a threat,” she said quietly.
“Yes,” he replied.
“But are we still going?” she asked.
The pastor looked at his Bible on the table.
“When darkness starts issuing threats,” he said slowly, “it means it is afraid.”
He stood up.
“We are going.”
They prayed before leaving.
Deep, intense prayers.
“Father, no weapon formed against my family shall prosper. We refuse fear. We stand under Your authority.”
After praying, they stepped into the car.
Back at Mira’s house, Tracy suddenly felt uneasy.
She stopped mid-step.
“Mira… I feel something.”
Before Mira could respond, Tracy’s phone rang.
It was the pastor.
She answered quickly.
“Sir?”
His voice was calm… but serious.
“I need to tell you something before we arrive.”
Her heart tightened.
“I had a dream early this morning,” he said.
As he narrated the dream, Tracy felt her hands grow cold.
Mira watched her face change.
When the call ended, Mira spoke immediately.
“What is it?”
Tracy swallowed.
“He was warned in a dream. The same old woman with a vulture head appeared to him.”
Mira’s body trembled slightly.
“And she threatened his household.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Breathing felt difficult.
Mira held onto the table for support.
“So it’s fighting back,” she whispered.
She wasn’t blaming anyone.
She was just confused… and afraid.
Her daughter’s birthday dress was still on the bed upstairs.
Innocence in the middle of chaos.
Tracy moved closer.
“Listen to me,” she said firmly. “Fear is what it wants. If we panic, it wins.”
Mira nodded, but tears filled her eyes.
“I just want peace,” she whispered. “I just want my children safe.”
Tracy’s eyes softened.
“And that is why we must not back down.”
Meanwhile, as the pastor drove toward Mira’s house, his phone rang again.
It was the school.
His heart skipped.
He answered.
“Sir!” the teacher’s voice was shaking. “Your son collapsed during assembly. He’s been rushed to the hospital!”
The pastor felt his body go cold.
His wife began to cry immediately.
“No… no…”
For a brief second, the pastor remembered the dream.
‘Your household will mourn.’
He closed his eyes tightly.
“This is intimidation,” he whispered.
He made a sharp U-turn toward the hospital.
Inside the car, his wife prayed loudly through tears.
“Lord, protect our son! Every evil plan against our family, cancel it!”
The pastor gripped the steering wheel firmly.
“You will not use my child to silence me,” he declared.
At Mira’s house, Tracy suddenly felt a sharp pressure in her chest.
“Mira… something is wrong.”
Minutes later, the pastor called to inform her.
She listened quietly.
When she ended the call, her face was pale.
“Their son collapsed.”
Mira’s eyes widened.
Her hands began shaking.
The connection was obvious.
The warning.
The threat.
The collapse.
But Tracy lifted her head boldly.
“This confirms it,” she said.
“Confirms what?” Mira asked weakly.
“That this is not imagination. This is real. And it is desperate.”
Mira wiped her tears and looked toward the staircase.
“My daughter will celebrate her birthday,” she said quietly. “And nothing will stop it.”
Her voice trembled… but there was strength growing underneath.
Across town, in the hospital room, the pastor placed his hand on his son’s head and began to pray intensely.
“Every arrow sent to distract me, return to sender. My household will not be used as a bargaining chip.”
Moments later, the boy’s fingers moved.
Slowly… his eyes opened.
Relief flooded the room.
But the battle was far from over.
Because that night…
The pastor had another terrible dream again.
And this time—
The old woman would not just speak she took another soul....
To be continued…💔💔
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