They say that every witch tries to transfer her gift to another person before dying. Therefore, many, dreaming of getting superpowers from black magicians, try in every possible way to impose on them, especially in the last days of their lives.
Nevertheless, you can try to enter into the trust of the witch as much as you like, but, in the end, she herself chooses to whom to transfer a piece of herself before dying. Even more interesting is the fact that abilities “wake up” not the next day or a month later, often years later.
Country old woman. Elena's eyewitness account
It was 1976, I was seven years old. I had a standard Soviet childhood, a complete family: mom, dad, older brother. Kindergarten, and then school. I spent summer holidays with my brother at my grandmother's in a village near Tomsk.
Once in the village, I overheard an adult conversation. It turned out that my grandmother's second cousin was dying. By the way, this was an ancient old woman who never had a family. In the village, they did not like her, they even feared her. Grandma's eyes were evil, and she did not like to communicate with people. The locals considered her a black witch. People saw how deceived wives and abandoned girls came to her from other villages.
And now, it seems, her hour has come. Relatives gathered in her hut to spend the last hours allotted by God with her. And, at some point, the grandmother opens her eyes and says in a half-whisper: “I want to see Lena, my sister’s granddaughter. And also bring candles, close the shutters and leave the house. This is my last wish. What should I do? This is the last request and should be honored. They caught me frolicking in the street with the kids, took me to the house where my grandmother was lying.
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I still remember the piercing fear that I experienced at the sight of that picture. A dark room, burning candles and the smell of wax, she lies on the bed: an old, crooked old woman with disheveled white hair. Mom sat me down on a stool by the bed and left the house. I was terribly scared, I did not know how to behave. And suddenly, the grandmother, gathering her last strength, began to rise to sit down. And I looked at her with childish eyes full of horror. And she began to say - no, mumble in an old woman's voice. The old woman said something for about five minutes, but I couldn't make out a word. My childish psyche could not stand it, I jumped off the stool and rushed out of the dark house.
From the conversations of adult relatives, I later heard that when I ran out, my grandmother died in the position in which she was sitting on the bed. They tried to unbend her in order to put her in a coffin - nothing happened, they had to break bones.
Ten years have passed, I have long forgotten about this story, and did not remember about my grandmother. One night I had a dream. In a dream, the same old woman appeared to me and again began to mutter something incomprehensible. When I woke up in the morning, I realized that I was different. I began to see the aura of strangers and even read their minds. Later, I began to see the near future and even learned to curse … I became a witch.