03/07/2026
THEY WANTED A BLOOD SACRIFICE... AND WE WALKED RIGHT INTO THE TRAP. 🩸
Never, ever trust an ancient house with a price too cheap to be true. Because in the end, you won't be paying with money. You will be paying with flesh and blood.
I used to laugh at stories of dark occultism, black magic, and blood covenants. I thought they were just fairy tales. But from 2019 to 2021, my team and I were forced to live through a real-life horror nightmare. We didn’t realize that the house we rented was hungry—and it was looking for replacement "sacrifices" because its previous master had died.
Let me tell you how the infection of terror began...
It started in 2019 when my workshop was burglarized. Desperate to find a new place for my business, my husband and I found an abandoned, ancient house painted in a faded, ghostly cream color. Out of curiosity, I peeked through the dusty, bare window. Inside was a suffocating darkness. The air felt heavy and freezing against my skin. My husband tapped my shoulder, "Let’s go home, you can call the landlord later." I had no idea that looking into that window was an invitation to a curse.
The landlord was an eccentric elderly man who dropped the rent drastically to an incredibly cheap price just to get me to sign. The layout of the house was strange: two permanent rooms, and one creepy, isolated partitioned room right in the center. A sickening gut feeling warned me the moment I stepped inside, but I dismissed it. I thought playing holy cleansing prayers every day would keep us safe. I was dead wrong.
On our first day moving the equipment in, right at twilight, the power grid went completely dead. In the dead silence, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I felt a pair of invisible, malicious eyes staring at me with pure hunger from the darkest corner of the hidden back room.
The landlord had casually overshared that he had suddenly divorced after 30 years of marriage. I ignored the red flag, focusing only on starting production with my 5 employees (2 men, 3 women).
Then, the physical rot began.
Just three days into the house, my male employee became intensely paranoid, blasting spiritual prayers on full volume. Exactly one month later, he vanished. When he finally returned to hand in his resignation, he was shaking violently. He lifted his shirt, and my blood ran cold. A horrific, blistering rash—resembling a violent, flesh-eating necrosis—covered his entire body from chest to back. It looked like a living curse. Strangely, his family at home never caught it. It was tailored specifically for him.
Shortly after, another female employee fled in absolute terror. On her last day, she looked at the walls as if seeing monsters. She texted me later: "I quit. Don't look for me."
Only 3 employees remained. One was a helper sleeping in that creepy center partitioned room, and the other was Titin, a 42-year-old woman who was 7 months pregnant.
This is where the true physical terror peaked. Titin was walking past the center partitioned room when she was suddenly, violently thrown to the ground by an unseen force, slipping right in front of that cursed door...
The bleeding was about to begin.
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🧟♂️ The terrifying continuation of the "bleeding" curse and what happened to the pregnant employee will be revealed in Part 2. Drop a "LANJUT / PART 2" in the comments below if you want me to unlock the next chapter of this nightmare! Don't forget to follow so you don't miss the update! 👇🔥
(Source: Thread kemudianbahagia)
