THE FLYING HEAD BLOODSUCKER

The old woman was tall, bulky and with a big ring on her nose. Her big eyes looks like it could gouge someone soul out. My mother saw me looking at her. Hey, "Spit three times" she told me, I spit. Back then I did not care much, that woman only looks weird to me. “You must never look that woman in the eyes if she is salivating there’s a possibility that she will bring harm to you”. My mother warns me. At midnight my father woke up and went to the washroom.

Suddenly there was a loud scream, we all woke up and went to see what happen. There on the ground lay my father pointing at something on the window. We look at the window and saw in the cactus stick kept by my father to ward off any kind of evil spirit the head of the woman whom I saw on my walk with my mother. Her hair was stuck on the cactus stick. And she was screaming. She moves as if her life depend on her escaping and after half an hour of struggling was finally free and flew away. We stayed there traumatized by what we just saw. 1 year after the incident we went to our village. One of my distant relatives told us a strange story. One night she dream about eating two sacks of rice. She was so full that the feeling of fullness remains even after waking up. She went to the washroom to wash her face and saw that there was blood on her mouth. She was stunned, Checking the inside of her mouth she saw that everything was OK, she wash the blood off with water. 1 hour later news spread on the village that one of the twins was killed by the flying head ghost. After hearing the news, An unsettling feeling was building inside her. She went to the shaman and told him about the dream and about  the blood on her mouth. The Shaman told her that she was the flying head woman and in order to stop more casualties, a ritual must be perform to make the evil spirit leave her body. So, they perform the ritual for 1 weeks . She was finally cleanse and no incident of that kind was heard of up till date.

Ritual killers (part 1)

The serpent’s worshipper  (traditional ritual killers)

So, it all started at the night of February 19 2025. a dead body was found floating

lifeless in the river. A sign of assault was evident, red mark on the neck, stuffed mouth with

rocks and a cut tongue and ear, “It’s the serpent worshipper”  the villagers said. No post

mortem performed, no FIR complain the villagers believe the act as basically the act of

nature done by the serpent’s worshipper on his advice. The death body was taken washed,

cleanse spiritually to perform the last rite. After three days the villages went on with their

life  hoping that there won’t be another victim.

On February 25 2025 another dead body spotted on a nearby village with a cut tongue and

several needle punches all over the body. Again, no Fir filed, no post mortem committed.

“It’s the snake worshipper” the villagers said again. I asked my cousin, a permanent

residence of the village on which I stayed for the vacation, on why an FIR was never filed?

My cousin words startled me.

The people in the villages believe that even if an FIR was filed, it’s impossible to find the

killer as the killer was invincible. According to the villagers’ believe ,Their God made his

worshipper rich by  granting them immense wealth in exchange of every victim’s blood. If

the worshipper is  ever killed or beheaded you will never find the worshipper body on the

spot, he will run to his serpent's master and die on his feet. “That’s bullshit” I cried “if an

FIR was filed and a post mortem committed surely there would have been enough evidence

to catch the cold-blooded murderer by now”. My cousin looks at me like I am a mad person

and told me. “You know nothing, don’t talk about this ever again”.

Based on a true story that happens to me    

                     I have sleep paralysis every day. It starts with minor paralysis like a boy playing  guitar next to my bedside and singing a song which I really hate. I don’t remember the lyrics but I really hate the song on my dream. I tried to stop him from playing, but the boy could not hear me and I could not even move my body to stop him, until finally I was able to move my finger and my eyes open. The second  paralysis I dream of a boy who was so dirty and his breath stink so much so that I could smell something rotten in my dream and also, he was opening his mouth next to my face. I hold my breath and I was suffocating. In my next paralysis  I see a boy poking my area where it’s so embarrassing to mention, with a stick and it hurts so bad that I really wanted to snatch that stick from him and hit him hard with  it,  but I could not move my body I suffer until I could finally open my eyes. The paralysis escalated to the point where now I could not distinguish between a dream and a reality.  I dream of playing hide and seek with my friend on an abandoned house and the house was our old one. I hide inside an old fridge and wait for my friend  to catch me. I heard the sound of footsteps . and something being thrown on the ground and the sound of someone hitting something. I open the door of the fridge just enough to peep at someone and I saw a man  and my friend’s body  on the ground . He was smashing her and cutting her to pieces. I close my mouth to stop my breathing so he can’t see me. It was getting harder to breathe, I saw the man eyes moving and stop at my direction,  I froze, he saw me, He is coming towards me. He is coming closer Finally I was able to open my eyes and I was trembling. I could not sleep for the rest of the hour. I have nightmares every day. I dream of drowning in a well, I dream of sitting in a small tiny car. It got worse and worse.  I played with my phone the whole night and slept for only 2 or 3 hours but my nightmare did not stop on those hours. Someone suggested me to tie a mosquito net and sleep, I did, I take every advice I could get to stop my nightmare. One night I took the advice of my friend and tie a mosquito net. As a habit I scrolled through my phone for many hours playing games and watching comedy shows.  I dozed up while playing with my phone The first hour I dream of my old happy memories at school and then the nightmare started I saw a man foot outside of my mosquito net. I moved my head down on my dream and there are shadows of  two people at my bedroom door  just staring at me but could not  come inside the net and on top of my net I saw a boy floating looking down at me and hitting my mosquito net with a guitar. I just look at them all the only part of my body that can move are my eyes, I couldn't scream I plan on giving up until my younger sister hit my face and wake me . "Sis," she calls me I open my eyes and stared at her but my gaze was faraway I could not see what was in front of me for a couple of minutes and then I looked at her she asked me “Why are your eyes red?”