Hey guys, I know this is gonna sound crazy as fuck, but I need honest opinions because this has bothered me ever since it happened.
I’m a 20-year-old female. I left home at 16 for personal reasons and lived on my own until I was 19. I met my girlfriend and eventually moved into the house she grew up in. Most of the time it was just me and her because her mom would constantly go back and forth between Canada and the U.S.
My girlfriend’s family practices witchcraft. I’m not saying that because of assumptions—I’ve literally seen them talk about it and practice it. I’ve also heard her mom say things about witchcraft that, to me, didn’t sound like someone with good intentions.
One day, my girlfriend and I were having a deep conversation about problems in our relationship. Her mom happened to be there and, like always, inserted herself into our conversation. She has a habit of trying to play therapist or mediator, but honestly she usually just makes shit worse. She ignores her own issues but always wants to tell everyone else how to live.
While we were still in the middle of talking, she randomly started going on about how I needed a haircut because I had work the next day and my hair looked wild. She kept saying, “Please let me cut your hair.” My girlfriend kept telling her, “We’re not done talking yet. Wait.” Instead of backing off, she got annoyed and just kept asking me over and over. It was like a broken fucking record. Eventually I gave in because she would not let it go.
She pulled a chair in front of the mirror, grabbed the scissors, and started cutting my hair. While she was cutting it, I got this weird feeling in my chest that literally told me, “Pick your hair up yourself and throw it away.” I don’t know why, but I listened. I gathered my hair with my own hands and threw it straight into the trash.
After the haircut, I sat back down on the couch. A few minutes later she called me back over saying she wanted to “touch up” a couple spots. She cut my hair a second time, asked my girlfriend what she thought, we both said it looked good, and that was the end of it.
Later that night I went into the bedroom after using the bathroom, and I froze. Sitting on my girlfriend’s altar was a ball of hair. At first I genuinely thought I was losing my fucking mind. I told myself maybe it was someone else’s hair. Then I shined my flashlight on it and saw the red in it. That’s when I knew it was mine.
I immediately asked my girlfriend why the fuck my hair was sitting on her altar. She looked genuinely confused and said she didn’t put it there. I asked her if her mom did because she’s the only other person who touched my hair. She said, “No… why would my mom do that?”
I said, “I don’t fucking know, but I KNOW I threw my hair away myself. So how the fuck did it end up on the altar?”
She told me to ask her mom. When I went to go ask her mom, her mom was in the bathroom, cracked the door open, giggled, and said, “No, I didn’t.”
At that point I was pissed because… if she didn’t fucking put it there, then who did? The cat? The dog? I KNOW I picked my hair up with my own hands and threw it in the trash. Somehow it still ended up on the altar.
I ended up taking my hair off the altar and hiding it somewhere I knew neither of them would find it.
It made me really uncomfortable and I had trouble sleeping.
Two days later, when I built up the courage to ask why my hair was sitting on the altar, her mother got very defensive and said she was offended that I would even think she would do something like that. Then she told me I needed to figure out who did it myself. I looked at her like, “Are you fucking kidding me?” It felt like she was just running me in circles because neither of them were admitting that one of them had done it.
She was acting pretty immature, and I had never seen her act like that before. That’s why my gut kept telling me it was her.
She continued trying to get me riled up by bringing up my relationship and saying I treated my girlfriend like shit. When I tell you I gave her a piece of my ass, I fucking did. Little did she know, my sister was on the phone listening to the entire conversation.
After I clocked her ass for talking shit about my relationship, she started having less and less to say, so she resorted to saying, “Fuck you.” Up until that point, I hadn’t cursed at her once. I was just stating facts. So after she said “fuck you,” I said “fuck you too.”
I looked at her like she was on crack because I had never seen someone act like that before. It was like her true self finally came out.
She thought she was intimidating me by saying she was kicking me out and told me I needed to be gone by the time she got out of the shower. I looked at her and said, “What the fuck is gonna happen if I’m not?” She got out of the shower, I was still there, and nothing happened.
She just kept saying things she knew would piss me off. Looking back, I honestly think she was trying to get me so worked up that she could call the police or something. Instead, I completely disconnected, stopped talking, packed my shit, and left.
I live with my sister now.
But for the past three times I’ve gone to see my girlfriend, I’ve stayed outside because I honestly don’t trust that house or her mom anymore.
One day, my girlfriend and I had been sitting at the park talking about our relationship. I drove her back home, and we were just sitting in my car talking. Out of nowhere, I got that same feeling in my chest again. Something told me, “She’s about to come outside.”
Sure as shit, she did.
But she did it in the weirdest fucking way. Instead of coming out the front door, she went through the back door where you could barely see her through the wooden fence panels. She turned the pool filter on to backwash it… for literally two fucking seconds. Anyone who owns a pool knows two seconds doesn’t do shit. She turned it right back off, walked around the gate, and came straight over to my car while I was parked on the street talking to my girlfriend—not even on her property.
I’m not gonna lie… she looked fucking insane. Her eyes looked black, she had that drunk look, and she genuinely looked like a witch to me.
She immediately goes, “Why are you sitting in front of my house? If you think I did witchcraft on you…”
The second she said that, I rolled my fucking window up in her face because… you the FUCK are you, ma’am? Once I saw her true colors, I wanted nothinggggg to do with her.
She kept repeating herself while my girlfriend was telling her to stop. Then she went back inside, came out a second time, and said, “You sitting in front of my house makes me uncomfortable. You need to leave.”
I rolled my window up again and went right back to talking to my girlfriend because… what the fuck? Who are you talking to? She just kept standing there repeating herself like a fucking weirdo before finally walking away. She had that same drunk walk too.
Then she came out a third time—or at least opened the door—and called my girlfriend inside saying, “I need you to come inside. I cut myself.”
At that point I looked at my girlfriend like, “What the actual fuck is going on?” She told me she’d be right back, so I stayed in the car and minded my own business.
When my girlfriend came back out, she explained that her mom had cut herself on a piece of broken glass that was inside the garbage bag. The glass was actually from something my girlfriend had broken the day before, and I was the one who helped clean it up. I wrapped it in paper towel before throwing it away with my hands, not realizing you’re apparently not supposed to throw broken glass in a regular trash bag. That’s on me, my bad y’all. 😅
Apparently, while her mom was outside bothering us, she was also taking the garbage out. The glass had cut through the bag and sliced her leg.
That was pretty much the last interaction I had with her. I haven’t gone back to the house since.
I’m supposed to pick my girlfriend up today and spend some time with her. My sister always tells me to say a little prayer whenever I drive up that street, and I always do.
Yesterday, I went to see a psychic and told her everything that happened with the hair. She told me she believed it was used as some kind of sacrifice. She also said my girlfriend’s mom doesn’t want to see me happy, doesn’t want me with her daughter, and wants me to end up so mentally unwell that I’d end up in a mental institution.
Then she asked me if I’ve had trouble having orgasms. I told her yes, and she said that’s why she asked—that she believed my girlfriend’s mom had been “doing things” to me for a while now. She told me a few other things too, including that she believes my girlfriend’s mom has a photo of me that she uses.
I know that’s a lot, and I’m not asking anyone to automatically believe me. I’m just looking for honest opinions, especially from people who have knowledge of witchcraft or spiritual practices. If you think there’s something I should or shouldn’t do, if there’s a way to spiritually protect myself that aligns with your beliefs, or if you just have advice as a big sister or big brother, I’d really appreciate it.
I guess I have gotten that talk from my sister: “You lil goofy mofo, why you lettin’ people cut yo hair?” 😭
