I Discovered 3 Trash Bags in My Brother and Sister-in-Law’s Basement – What I Found Inside Left Me Speechless

I Found 3 Trash Bags in My Brother and SIL’s Basement – What Was Inside Shocked Me

I agreed to stay at my brother’s place while he and his wife went on vacation when I was seven months pregnant. I found three enigmatic trash bags in the basement one afternoon. What I discovered within terrified me so much that it still haunts me.

I heard a voice in my brain yell, “Run, faster, faster, Celina,” as I staggered through the thick forest behind my brother’s house. I fought for breath, seven months pregnant, one hand gripping my big abdomen and the other shoving aside twigs that were scratching at my face.

Just past these woods was the next bus stop. How could I have had such poor vision? So gullible?

I looked down at my hands, still sticky from the drying blood. I muttered, “We’re safe, my baby,” while wiping them on my dress. We’re secure. We’ll be transported home by someone.”

It all began about two weeks ago.

My phone buzzed to alert me to an incoming call as I was cuddled up on the couch, browsing through it. The name of my brother Victor appeared on the screen.

“Hey, big brother! What’s going on?” I replied, attempting to sound upbeat despite the strain we had been experiencing lately.

“Celina! “How is my best friend, sister?” Victor’s voice resounded loudly through the system. “Hey, I need your help really badly. I’m spending a week away from town with Anne. A little vacation combined with a friend’s wedding. Is there any way Paul or you could watch our house for us?

I heard rustling before my sister-in-law Anne’s voice appeared over the phone.

You’ll have a great time staying here, Celina! Sweetheart, don’t worry about anything. The residence is almost entirely self-sufficient.”

I hesitated, remembering Anne’s recent cold shoulder towards me.

Over the last year, when Paul’s business took off and our financial circumstances significantly improved, our relationship had grown more strained.

In the interim, Victor had encountered a series of unsuccessful endeavors, and I could observe the toll it was having on him and Anne.

My announcement of my pregnancy seemed to be the last straw. Anne’s response was, at best, ambivalent, whereas the rest of the family had been ecstatic.

When I contacted to find out why she hadn’t attended the gender reveal party, she said she was “too busy”.

It wasn’t a lie, I knew. Because of some health problems Anne had, she and Victor had been trying to get pregnant for years without any luck. It felt like salt in her wounds that my pregnancy was so uncomplicated.

There was also the event from last month, when Victor finally landed a huge deal and Anne threw a party to celebrate. She did not extend an invitation to Paul and myself, and when I gently brought this up to her later, she dismissed it with a thin pretext about “limited space.”

The pain and perplexity I experienced at the time persisted.

But now here she was, requesting that I watch her house. Was she trying to reach out and offer a helping hand? Perhaps now was the time for her to let go of her feelings of bitterness and envy.

I wanted to think that this might be the beginning of a new chapter in our relationship, even if I had my doubts.

With a hint of hope in my voice, I replied, “Sure, I’d be happy to.” “When do you need me?”

“Morning, eight, yeah?”

“Alright, I’ll be there.”

My spouse Paul entered the room as I was hanging up, scowling at my look.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

I gave him the rundown while seeing his worried expression.

He questioned softly, “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” “Things have been tense with Anne lately.”

I rubbed my belly absentmindedly and groaned. “I understand, but might this be her attempt to make amends? Additionally, it could be pleasant to take a brief vacation before the baby arrives.”

Paul’s forehead furrowed with concern, showing that he was not convinced.

He ran a hand through his hair and added, “I wish I could join you, but I’ve got those crucial client meetings all week.” “Are you absolutely sure about this, darling?”

I tried to look more confident than I actually felt as I nodded. “Honey, it will be alright. I’m capable of handling it.”

Paul nodded, though he didn’t seem to be persuaded. “Okay, if you’re certain. Just tell me that you’ll use caution, please.”

I lightly kissed him as I leaned in. “I swear. I’ll be alright.

The next morning, after Paul dropped me off to Victor and Anne’s estate, I stood outside and waved farewell to him.

With their bags in tow, my brother and sister-in-law came out.

“Celina!” Victor wrapped me into a soft embrace, avoiding my protruding stomach. “Again, I appreciate you doing this. We are truly grateful for it.”

Anne gave me an air kiss on my cheek, her grin seeming strained.

“Yes, thank you,” she replied in an unduly charming voice. “Within is everything you require. We had to head for the airport. Have a wonderful week, my love.”

In an instant, everyone vanished, leaving me by myself in the enormous home.

I moved from room to room, feeling strangely uncomfortable.

Paul’s text message flashed through my phone, saying, “Miss you already. Get in touch if you have any needs. I adore you two. 😘”

I gave a short smile and answered, then sat down on the couch. The mansion seemed to get bigger and more deserted as night fell.

The sensation that I was being watched was heightened by the lifelike animals that adorned the walls.

Three days of Netflix marathons and protracted sleep passed in a blur.

I made the decision to do a little productive work on the fourth morning. I cleaned the kitchen and went down to the basement to check on the furnace after I spoke with Paul every day.

Upon arriving at the foot of the stairs, I noticed three huge trash bags nestled into a corner.

“Strange,” I whispered. “Anne must’ve forgotten to take these out.”

I quickly took a photo and sent it to her along with a lighthearted note that said, “Forgot something? I’ve got garbage duty covered, so don’t worry!😉”

My phone burst with notifications a few seconds later. Anne texted me, saying, “DON’T TOUCH THEM! Really, please leave our basement! RIGHT NOW.”

She called before I could even understand her response.

Confused, I responded. “Anne? What’s not right?”

She growled, “Listen to me, Celina.” “Leave the basement now. Right now. Keep your eyes off those bags. Simply head upstairs and act as though you didn’t see them.”

“But—”

“Just Go. Please.”

I retreated and muttered, “Okay, okay.” “I’m leaving now.”

With my heart racing, I hung up. What on earth might be in those bags to cause Anne to respond the way she did?

My instincts told me to run, but curiosity overruled them all.

My hands trembling, I reached for the closest bag and undid the knot.

The bag ripped as I yanked it open, letting the contents fall to the ground. My blood in my veins went to ice the instant my eyes registered what was in front of me.

ceremonial implements. Chicken bones and feathers decomposed. as well as voodoo dolls. Dozens of rudimentary, handcrafted dolls with my face printed on them. A lot of them smelled like decay and were smeared with a dark reddish-brown material. My stomach turned over when the smell of decay permeated the room.

“Oh my God,” I stammered backward and whispered. “Oh God, God, God. This isn’t possible.”

I reached for my phone and, with shaky fingers, dialed Paul.

“Baby,” I gasped in response to his response. Please come fetch me. I need you. Right now.”

Paul’s voice cracked over the speaker, “Celina, breathe.” “What happened?”

Between gasps, I tried to explain, my words coming out in a confused, frantic mess.

“Blood… voodoo dolls with my face… bags in the basement… I believe Anne has been attempting to curse our child, Paul.”

Paul whispered, “Jesus Christ,” “Okay, give me a listen. Leave that house immediately. Go to the bus stop on the main road instead of waiting for me. I’m heading there.”

I didn’t require two reminders. With a quick stop to collect my bag, I dashed up the stairs and bounded out the front door. I jumped into the trees behind the house, which provided a quick route to the road.

As I ran, branches whipped at my face, making it difficult for me to move because of my growing belly. My frantic breathing was audible, broken only by the cracking of twigs underfoot.

When the bus stop was only a few yards away, I finally leaped out onto the street. My hands and clothes were covered in blood and mud from my desperate escape through the woods when I passed out and fell into the bench, gasping for breath.

A few minutes later, I saw Paul’s automobile skid to a stop in front of me. Leaping out, he ran to my side. “Celina! Are things going well for you? The infant?”

Weakly nodding, I let him assist me into the car. I spoke haltingly as I described all I had observed as we drove away.

Paul’s knuckles on the steering wheel had turned white. “I knew we shouldn’t have trusted them,” he said in a low voice. Not Anne, in particular. The recent manner she has been acting…”

With tears running down my cheeks, I muttered, “I can’t believe she’d do this.” “My own sister-in-law… how could she hate me this much?”

Paul grabbed my hand as he reached across. “I swear, we’ll work this out. Let’s simply get you home safely for the time being.”

The following several days were a blur of shock and incredulity.

Anne called again and again, but Paul demanded that I wait to talk to her until Victor got back. I braced myself for the argument when they returned from their holiday.

We had a meeting at a downtown café that was quiet and neutral. As I described what I’d discovered, Victor appeared perplexed and worried, while Anne’s expression alternated between amazement, rage, and ultimately defeat.

“Is this true?” Victor turned to face his wife and demanded. “Have you been… what, practicing witchcraft against my sister?”

Anne slouched her shoulders. Whispering, “I… I was jealous,” she said. “Your sister had it all so easy—the kid, the successful business, and the ideal spouse. All I wanted was what she had.

Victor flinched away in terror. “Anne, this is crazy. You require assistance.

Anne cried, “I’m so sorry,” and reached for my hand. I withdrew and shook my head.

“Sorry is insufficient. You attempted to harm my child. That is something I will never be able to forgive.”

In the ensuing weeks, our family broke apart. Victor, unable to come to terms with Anne’s behavior, filed for divorce. Torn between their children and the startling betrayal, my parents were crushed.

For my part, I found it difficult to overcome the anxiety and paranoia that had crept into my life. I became terrified at every strange sound and every pain in my stomach.

Paul was my pillar of support; he consoled me on many an emotional evening and went with me to all the doctor’s appointments to make sure our baby was well.

Things started to get back to normal. However, I couldn’t shake the nagging uneasiness I felt as I sat in our room folding little onesies and daydreaming about the future.

A friend texted, “How are you holding up?” and my phone buzzed.

I responded by typing, attempting to organize my disorganized thoughts: “I’m still getting things through. It’s difficult to accept that someone so near could turn on us in such a way. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that you shouldn’t blindly believe someone just because you know them. Even the people closest to you can become victims of terror. Keep yourself safe while you’re out there.🙏🏻”

I put my phone down and placed a hand on my stomach. Despite all, our daughter continued to thrive and was in good health. I whispered, “We’re okay, little one.” “We always will be.”