There’s something about pain—especially the kind that visits monthly and feels like a curse—that makes even the most rational person consider the most irrational solutions.
For Deborah, menstrual cramps were more than just an inconvenience. Every month, she would scream and sob through the night, her pain echoing through the walls and keeping her two roommates, Sarah and Juliet, wide awake. It was unbearable—not just for her, but for everyone around her.
This month was the worst.
Juliet had been away for a while due to a lecturers’ strike, leaving only Sarah to witness Deborah’s torment. Tired of feeling helpless, Sarah suggested something unusual: a visit to a place said to offer relief for women with unbearable cramps.
Desperate for a solution, Deborah agreed.
The Journey Begins
The next morning, they arrived at a spiritual chamber belonging to a woman named Tina, known among some as the Seer of Death. Tina examined Deborah and said something chilling: “Your pain is not natural. It’s spiritual.”
According to Tina, Deborah’s healing would require spending a night in the secret room of her master, Utali. When Deborah asked what exactly would happen in that room, Tina responded sharply, “Don’t you dare question the actions of the spirits!”
Frightened, yet clinging to hope, Deborah accepted the terms.
That night, she was bathed in the blood of a one-month-old chicken, stripped naked, and asked to lie on a bed facing the ceiling. Tina shut the door and left.
Deborah screamed all night. She felt pain—strange, unbearable pain—and an invisible force pressing her down, keeping her from moving. But at exactly 6 a.m., the pain stopped. Everything went still.
Tina returned and smiled. “Congratulations,” she said. “You’ve felt the pain for the last time.”
Years Later
Time passed. Deborah got married. But as the years rolled by, she could not conceive.
Doctor after doctor gave her a clean bill of health. Yet, no child came.
Frustrated and broken, she confided in a kind neighbor who referred her to a pastor. During prayer sessions, something startling was revealed.
“Some time ago,” the pastor said, “you gave away your womb to the devil.”
Deborah was stunned. She had no memory of such a thing. But when the pastor asked her to think back—to a time in university when she visited a spiritual healer—it all came rushing back.
The chicken blood. The bed. The invisible weight that pressed her down through the night. The screams.
“You were violated by an evil spirit,” the pastor explained. “That was not a healing ritual. That was a sacrifice.”
Deborah broke down in tears. But the pastor prayed with her and declared freedom over her life. “The devil has no power over you again,” he said.
A New Beginning
Two years later, Deborah returned to that church—this time with tears of joy. She was now the mother of a 3-month-old baby boy.
Final Note
This story is fictional but highlights a real-world concern: how desperation can lead people into dangerous spiritual paths. When faced with health issues, always seek professional medical help first. Not every pain is a curse, and not every healer is holy.