Captured By Ritualist &ReturnedtoTown toDie(A True Life Story) The series of events Im about to narrate to you are very shocking and the shock is of the nature that I to whom it happened Im yet to recover from the shock and the other people i went through this predicament with are not alive now because they could not live with the shock and death was the consequence of telling people what they saw and even myself, narrating the story put me at the throes of death only the power of prayers kept me alive, i know you are aware there are very wicked people around us what you might not know is just how close they are and how desperate they are to get humans to use for their wicked evil purposes. Im a caterer by profession and i have quite a long list of clients i have provided my service for, catering for my clients party dishes is my job and i do it very well, my expertise and the quality of my cooking gets me client on a regular basis and often times i get called by people who gets my contact from their friends who have been serviced by me before and so when a prospective client called me on this fateful day, asking me to provide catering service for their party, it was impossible for me to suspect that i was about to be pulled into the dark world of ritualist. The man i spoke to sounded like a young man and he told me he was calling on behalf of his mum, who was busy putting things together for the surprise birthday party that was been planned for the dad, we agreed on price, the day we were to meet and the number of people they wanted me to bring along, they requested for butchers and girls that will serve dishes and those that will support me in the cooking, we agreed to meet at a particular bus stop, i met my team at the bus stop and the client soon joined us, the young man who had been talking to me via phone came in a 16 seater Toyota bus, air conditioned and with tinted glasses, he greeted us warmly and the atmosphere in the bus was already party like, with loud music blaring from the car stereo, we met four other men in the bus who chatted heartily among themselves, nothing seemed out of place, little did i know our journey into the belly of darkness was just starting One hour into the journey, somewhere along the Lagos Ibadan express way, the music was stopped the men behind stopped chatting and my client the young man that sat on the passenger seat beside the driver, told us we were close to the venue of the party but our faces has to be covered so we couldnt see the route the bus would take, the information immediately got us into a panic state and the four men that sat behind brought out guns that looked like the type used by the military, we immediately kept quiet, the young man assured us they were not going to harm us, they handed us piece of clothes like pillow case that we used to cover our faces. We soon resumed the journey and after two hours of the most agonizing bus ride of my life, the bus ground to a halt and we alighted from the bus not knowing what was to befall us, we found ourselves in a large cleared section of a forested area, we could have been anywhere, the place didnt look like a makeshift place, but it looked well planned and well used, we were directed towards another section of the clearing and led down a flight of stairs which led into an underground bunker, where we saw hundreds of people all bound in another section of the bunker where an evil looking altar was erected, the altar was mostly bloody and a sinister looking priest wearing only loin clothe chanted continuously there. Most of the people looked very weak and they were oblivious to our presence, there were more young ladies among them, myself and those that were with me started crying and begging for our lives, the young man who presented himself as my client soon joined us and assured us nothing was going to happen to us, all they needed us for was to prepare the food for the party coming up the next day, the butchers that i took along where told that they would kill as many of the people there that the priest handed over to them and that the humans were going to be meat that we the cook will use in preparing the food, the look of absolute dread was on our faces, but we kept quiet and did as we were told. The scene before me played out like a scene from a horror movie, human beings were slaughtered like goats, the sinister looking priest of the altar touched a person to be killed with a strange looking fetish object and ordered the butchers to kill the person, none of them offered any resistance of any sort, i believe they must have been hypnotized by the priest, like a very terrible nightmare we cooked various dishes through the night, all through the entire experience i didnt expect we were going to come out of the situation alive. We were not aware of time as our phones had been collected from us and watches collected from those who had it on them, at a particular time of what must have been in the evening of the next day several people started arriving, the people i saw coming down into the bunker looked like wealthy and influential people and they felt very at home in that underground bunker, both men and women all laughing and chatting, each of them first bowing at the evil altar before heading to the buffet table where we had lined up the various dishes all cooked with the flesh of the people that had been slaughtered the night before. Just like they had filed in the people who had come to the human flesh feast of the underworld , returned the very way they had come, sleep was far from our eyes and we waited patiently hoping to either gain our freedom or become slaves forever in this evil dungeon, several hours after the people to the feast had returned, the young man, my client came down into the bunker and addressed us telling us how wonderful it was that we cooperated with them but that before we go we were going to drink a substance that was soon presented by the priest, we all drank the red liquid from a black gourd, somehow we knew the implication of what we just drank, but we were not told anything about what we drank, before we left the bunker, the young man handed over to me the payment for the service we rendered to them, we climbed out of the bunker, it was evening, we got back into the bus and had our faces covered with the pillow case clothing, our journey back into town started and it was surreal because we never expected that we were going to leave that bunker alive, by the time we got to town it was late and we were dropped off in a less boisterous part of town along the road and off the bus went, never to be seen again. As at the time of narrating my story all of the people i went to the underground bunker with had died, mostly because they all tried to talk about what their eyes saw in evil dungeon of the ritualist, i believe they knew we would never be able to tell the story, i lived to tell the story but i am prayerfully holding on to life as i have constantly come under several spiritual attacks for telling this story, whether the story or not doesnt change anything, people get abducted on a daily basis, either by their sheer carelessness or the absolute smartness of these abductors who use several methods in luring people, the abducted people are shipped over the death camp of this ritualist never to be seen again. keep your eyes opened, you can never be too careful better to be safe than sorry
Posted on: Thu, 24 Jul 2014 20:53:16 +0000