2 Chilling WITCHCRAFT Horror Stories [NoSleep Stories] (Feat. Mr. Davis)

number one when I was little there was a series of child abductions around my hometown or anyway that's what the local news and papers called it truth is I was from a small County where there wasn't much news to report what would probably be an average amount of kids disappearing or running away became a headlining story of a killing spree across the countryside not just say it wasn't frightening it was shocking when those kids went missing first was a young boy a couple of towns over he was about 2 or 3 years old it wasn't

even publicized until the next two kids went missing in the following months another little boy in my own neighborhood around my age and a little girl was taken from a large acre property off the highway once the baby girl disappeared there was a huge panic in the surrounding towns they said on the news that the abductions were suspected to be related they said an early curfew on Miners and organized search parties but they never found anything I wasn't really afraid maybe it was because I didn't understand what the disappearances implied but I asked my mom

about it one night she was a young single parent and like to joke around with me a lot scare the out of me really but I loved her I came home from school one day with a pamphlet they handed out to all the kids in the district I had to get my my mom to sign it and return it it was information on the location of the abductions and tips on keeping one's children out of danger walk home in groups don't talk to strangers the basics she read it over with me at dinner I agreed

to walk home with the neighbor kids and lock all the doors and windows when I got home if she was working the night shift that day she came in my room and tucked me in later that night she kissed my cheek and turned off the light you know I wonder if it's the witch from In the Backwoods she raised an eyebrow at me peeking back around the doorway I pulled my legs up from the edge of the bed uh what which my voice cracked never mind I shouldn't have brought it up she started to walk

back down the hallway mom I called she walked back in my room with a Sly grin and sat at the edge of my bed did I scare you she laughed no I just never heard of the witch from the woods I pouted oh I see do you want to hear about her I nodded and pulled my covers tighter around me will they say that there's a witch that lives in the woods near the river she wasn't always a witch she actually used to be a young very beautiful girl she had a boy who was in

love with her and they were even going to get married but her love had to go make a living in the city before he could buy her a house and a ring so he went away while she waited in her father's house in the back Woods is the house still there the police should go check it I squirmed my mom then shushed me the girl waited and waited and after a while she realized that she had a baby growing inside of her my mom smiled she had a baby on the way so she wrote a

letter to the boy to tell him about the good news she started sewing clothes and blankets and toys for when it came she was happy she always wanted a baby of her own but why did she turn evil though my mother's face fell blank she got a letter back from the boy that she loved but it was not what she expected the boy she loved had met another girl in the city he fell in love with her and decided he would stay there and marry her instead what about the baby he called the girl a

liar and said the baby didn't belong to him well was it the baby was his but the boy was not coming back plain and simple and it broke the the girl's heart and turned it into a black witch's heart what did she do she got sick she was in so much pain and heartache that she couldn't eat or drink and eventually she lost her baby that's not even scary that's only sad the story isn't over she whispered and crept her fingers up my arm she wanted her baby so bad and it was taken from her

but she had a witch's heart now and it poisoned her it urged her to do terrible things it urged her to go out at night and climb into a town person's window and still a new baby for herself she took the baby back to her house by the river she was so happy she finally had a baby of her own to love and she could forget about the boy she could now make use of all the clothes and blankets and toys she made but there was something she didn't know about having a witch's heart she

didn't know her heart turned black and poison pooned her and the poison was a curse my mom looked towards the light coming from the hall she loved her stolen baby dearly but something inside of her had changed her heart I offered her heart the same way it urged her to steal the new baby and now urged her to kill that baby maybe it was because it truly wasn't hers or maybe it was because it reminded her of the heartache that took her baby away but at the same time she loved that stolen baby she wanted

to take him to the river and drown him did she kill him did she kill the baby no she didn't kill the stolen baby instead she went back out into the night and took another child she took it to the river and drowned it it broke her heart again to do it but it eased the curse and when she went back inside to her stolen boy she no longer had the urge to drown him anymore she cried and cried she was so happy but she couldn't let anyone find out what she did she would have

to stay at the riverhouse until the boy grew and the town forgot about the missing babies she only Slipped Away into town to bring milk for her baby and food for herself she spent the rest of the time raising the stolen boy and sewing him toys from scraps of the drowned baby's clothes but one day she woke up and she looked at her stolen boy and cried again the curse was back she thought it had been cured but she felt it again now even stronger than before she realized then that curses don't fade you feed

them and they sleep until they grow hungry again my mom turned to me I have my blanket tied up my throat she laughed and pulled it a little tighter how does it end how does it end my mother repeated those babies that just went missing if the witch is the one that has been stealing them the story isn't over yet I glanced at my window then my closet there were so many places of witch could be lurking I asked my mom if I could sleep with her and she agreed just tonight though tomorrow I have

to work late and you'll have to go to bed before I get back I regretted asking about the witch where a Gran one more boy went missing that summer and then the abduction stopped over the years whenever a kid disappeared everybody jumped at the opportunity to blame the serial abductor of my childhood no bodies were ever found sometimes the kids would come home and it turned out they had just ran away when I was in high school I learned the truth about what people thought took those kids every few years in the surrounding area people

said it was some Maniac taking the kids from their home and breaking their little bodies I guess I believed it too after a while Chester the Molester every town had one and kids went missing all the time everywhere to tell you the truth I never really thought much about it but the night my mom told me that story I'll never forget she had away with words she used to scare the hell out of me all the time and I loved it it was our thing without a DAT around I didn't have the typical male figure

to teach me to be fearless and strong but my mom did it well enough I think her stories were her own way of teaching me to be brave and to keep my eyes wide even when I'm terrified it was her own way of teaching me how to be a man my mom is dead now she killed herself she had developed a drinking problem as I got older when I left for college without me there to take care of her it only got worse then one day a few years after I moved away I got a

call from a lawyer about my inheritance she left everything to me which wasn't really much a dingy old car a small savings that I spent on the funeral in a home that belonged to a grandfather I had never met the funeral was small a couple I didn't recognize came and I introduced myself the man explained that he was an old friend of my mom's from high school I thanked him for coming and they left there was something familiar about him but I didn't think too hard about it after all I had just lost my mother

I decided to take a few more days leave and drive out to my grandpa's old house well my house it was hard to find but I eventually came to it it was a beautiful old cabin that must have been at least a 100 years old and it was totally secluded down a long private road right on the water I thought about bringing the girl I was seeing here for a weekend before the end of the summer I parked and walked up the dark wood porch the key resisted the lock at first maybe it had rusted

over the years but I managed to fit it and went inside old furniture covered in dust a small stack of vinyl in the corner next to a turntable it was a pretty small house overall a small kitchen a living room one bathroom and two small bedrooms I scoped out the master bedroom opening desk drawers and wall cabinets nothing really remarkable just dust I went to the smaller room and realized it was a girl's room my mom's there were books stacked high on the shelves slippers on the floor and an old leather jacket in the closet

I smirked mom always hinted at a Wilder side before I came along I realized I hadn't seen her in over a year and I would never get the chance again I decided it was a good time to leave a I will come back some other time and clean the place out maybe bring somebody along I turned to look the place over once more before locking it back up when I saw another door knob picking out from behind a heavy curtain on the wall I pulled it aside and opened the door it was a basement I

took my cell phone out and lit the stairs it was fully cemented and really small maybe it was meant to be a pantry or a wine Cellar I got to the bottom and looked around the small space there was an armchair in the corner next to an end table and a bigger piece of furniture under a sheet I opened the end table and pulled out a stack of papers and mail there was an envelope addressed to my mother I thumbed my mother's name before putting the stack back down I lifted my cell phone to the

blanketed thing occupying most of the space down there I lifted the sheet off and tossed it aside it was a basinet I lifted the small crumpled bundle inside a small moth heaten blanket unfolded spilling on a couple of little stuffed animals I picked one up and held my light to it it was a tiny patchwork bear I looked closer at it it was made up of tiny pieces of fabric I set it down and turned around I looked towards the light coming from the top of the stairs a crib in the cellar behind a hidden

door I picked up the letter from the stack of papers on the end table I reread the address the same one the lawyer had written down for me it didn't occur before then but I knew about this house all along backwood Lane I shine my light back to the basinet and the little stuffed animals inside Patchwork toys sewn from shreds of baby clothes number two this happened between 1986 and 1987 my father bought a farm in the Free State province of South Africa which the locals called gamad it's Soo a Native American language for the

place where the blood flows the first week or so everything went without incident I was about three at the time so this story is partly what I remember and mostly what I've been told unearthly knocks around the third night or so of the second week there came a knock at the master bedroom window my dad opened the curtain to find no one there just as he gone to bed the knock came again but this time from the kitchen at the other end of the house my dad got up but again found no one there as

he turned his back on the door all hell broke loose the knocking started again but went in rap rapid succession from one window to another covering the whole house as my dad gathered us all together it suddenly started hailing Stones it went on like this for the rest of the night until the first African P started their calls in the morning and then all went silent apparently it did not only torment us as the owners of the farm the Farm Workers who were left the next morning didn't want to start work at of fear for

the tokoshi similar to Russia's domovoy they believed it resp responsible for the phenomenon most workers even left the same day a glimpse into the past things slowly escalated from there as if testing my parents' tolerance lots of times I called my mom while playing bathing Etc telling her to make the uncle leave only for her to find no one around other Spirits also started appearing around the house and garden I believed that these were former owners and inhabitants of our farm they appeared to be wearing clothes from the early 1900s an older gentleman in his

60 haunted the house smoking a pipe the smell of Pipe smoke would sometimes filled the living room with a young man around his early 20s on bright sunny days we'd see a woman in her 30s cutting roses from the formal Garden a young girl around 5 years old ran around her mother both of them wearing bonnets as was the custom among Boer folk for centuries a few nights later my family heard the Ning of horses in the Old Stone crowd a type of cattle or livestock enclosure there was a sound of hoofs on the ground

the muted voices of men talking or discussing something and the sound of the heavy iron gates Swang open followed by a voice calling vwats men it roughly translates from afans which is closely related to Dutch to charge men the hes within Bolt from the open Gates circling the house accompanied by the sound of horse whips this usually lasted around 30 minutes every night the creepy part is that the crow was used by the Bowers during the Anglo Bower war of 1899 there are also some British graves in the middle of one of the corn fields

as a reminder of the bow victory during some unnamed battle in 1900 dog trouble our healthy Bard ball dogs were lying on their backs with their eyes turned back in their sockets their mouths foaming at first my parents thought the animals had been poisoned my father fetched the pickup put the dogs on the back and rushed toward town to take them to a vet just as my father exited the gate at the border of the farm the dog suddenly got up and acted as if nothing was wrong this continued countless times with the dogs immobilized

for up to 15 minutes brother attacked things quickly got worse from this point on the sound of stones raining on the corrugated roof got worse and the entity started finding human targets my father and my 17-year-old brother were on the patio one evening when a Stone hit my brother on the forehead my father and brother both described the sound as a high-pitched whizzing noise as if the stone had been hurled from a slingshot the next day my father installed powerful spotlights around the house and cut all the lovely fruit trees surrounding the home down and

attempt to catch the culprits it was all to no avail everything continued as usual with no one in sight it seemed as if the rocks being thrown materialized from thin air at this stage the activity started to focus on my brother he stayed in his own one-bedroom flat about 10 M from the main house one night he was studying for a year-end exam when something unseen attacked him from behind my brother was big and strong and into bodybuilding at that time but an epic struggle ensued with the creature trying to strangle him for 25 minutes

when my brother finally broke loose from the creature's grip he was covered in blood and it looked like he'd been strangled with a Garrett wire his chest looked like a had been slashed by claws or blunt metal blades to this day in his 40s he still Bears the scars on his chest the hellhound my brother was not the only victim as it turned out my mom was lying on the bed one day reading a book when she suddenly became paralyzed shortly thereafter a bulldog appeared at the bedroom door my mother said it felt like an

eternity as she soaked in every detail of the entity it was also a bore Bell dog but had a white spot between his eyes whereas ours had black masks its face was tinted reddish Pink as if by Blood and red slime dripped from its mouth the dog then started towards her Jumping on the Bed pinning her down and started staring her into the eyes after what must felt like an eternity the dog jumped off and left the room this happened a few times more even at night with my father next to her being paralyzed my

mother could not alert my father and Aunt investigates being a stout Protestant Christian my aunt did not believe the account she heard from my mother so she came to visit with my niece who was around 15 at the time my sister and my niece were sitting in the bath when a stone flew through the window and cracked the tub between them my aunt decided to brave the night and sleep over but when we woke up the next morning my aunt and niece were gone they'd packed their bags in the middle of the night and drove

nearly 400 km home I actually admire her for her bravery as she had to go outside and walk the 20 M to her car she said something happened in the spare bedroom shortly after we switched off the lights but she refused to tell us what happened to this very day things get worse although the activity usually started around dusk and continued until the first American plovers called in the early morning hours activity started to happen during daylight hours as well there would be whispering around the house as two Dark Shadows moved around these same same

two Dark Shadows also circled the house every night we believed that they were the cause for Poltergeist like activity it is actually reported by the natives that tokoshi usually work in pairs at this point the only time the activity ceased was when the police or people who did not have a close bond to the family visited it immediately resumed after they left around this time spontaneous fir started around the employees homes it started out almost harmless but one day one of the employees came back flashing at the door screaming that one of their workers's house

was burning down and that the Flames were leaping from the windows the worker was on leave and the door was locked from the outside with a strong dead bolt when they finally opened the door Witnesses saw that only the edges of the kitchen cupboards were burning after the Flames were extinguished and all the smoke subsided they were shocked to find that there was no damage apart from the burst windows and smoke damage the witch doctor arrives my parents now got desperate as my father had had put all their savings into a deposit for the farm

selling it then would have financially ruined them the church did not seem to care and even alleged that my parents did this for attention my parents used to be respected people in this town as my father was head of the traffic department and the Deacon in the church suddenly people laughed behind their backs and most in town had abandoned my family at this stage some even accused my brother of staging it all my dad now was being fed up with nothing working and con conted a traditional witch doctor from the old bitana when the witch

doctor came he asked for a glass of water looked into it and told my father things of a very personal nature things very few people know certainly no one in the town knew the witch doctor started to perform a cleansing ritual before he removed a few boxes filled with stuff like fingernail clippings Hair Etc he then went on to tell my dad that the previous owner had put a curse on the farm as he was pissed off because he went bankrupt and wanted no one else house to stay for long the night after the cleansing

a storm came up but instead of Thunder there was the crying of a baby very freaky the wind blew from one border fence of the farm to the other about 1500 hectares and then almost everything stopped as suddenly as it it started most people don't believe my story but trust me sometimes the truth really is Stranger Than Fiction hello everyone my name is Mr Davis I would love if you checked out my channel to hear more right now I'm nearing 8,000 subscribers and it would be great if you guys could come over there and help

me reach that goal and a big thanks to unit 522 for having me on once again he's a great guy and a great friend with that said stay safe and stay creepy there's always a reason reason to be [Music] [Music] afraid and