(05-15-2024, 03:31 AM)Schmoe Wrote: Sheesh, I'm sorry you had a grandmother like that. To never tell your grandchild you love them, I don't understand it. My father was the same way, I can't remember an "I love you" until I was well into my late twenties. He was the same way with my brother and sister. He was pretty much a grumpy fuck all the time.
What made you go down the route of believing witchcraft was involved though? I don't have a strong opinion on witchcraft, I know practically nothing about it.
Dreams.
I kept having a recurring dream after dad passed.
It was many, one thing leading to another, but the dreams were what actually lead me to the witchcraft.
They live.
We sleep.
We sleep.