I Discovered 13 Mysterious Candles and My Photo in My MIL’s Basement—The Shocking Truth
It was just supposed to be a regular family celebration—my mother-in-law’s birthday. But when I went into the basement, I found something shocking: a ritual that made me question everything, especially the woman who raised my husband.
Honestly, this was wild! My mother-in-law has really lost it!
So, here’s what happened.
It was Jane’s birthday party. The whole family was there, and everything seemed fine. People were laughing, drinks were flowing, and she was acting sweet and welcoming.
You know, typical family stuff. I had only been married to Willis for a month, so I was still figuring out the whole in-law situation and trying to get along. But if someone had told me earlier what I was about to find, I would have thought they were joking.
Willis and I were in the living room with the guests when Jane, my mother-in-law, casually mentioned we were out of wine.
“Chelsea, dear, could you and Willis go down to the basement and get some bottles for the guests?” she asked, smiling in that warm but slightly forced way she always did. I didn’t think much of it, so I nodded and followed Willis downstairs.
The moment we stepped into the basement, something felt off. Maybe it was the musty smell, the dim lighting, or just a feeling deep in my gut telling me to leave. There was an eerie silence that hung in the air like a bad sign. I glanced at Willis, but he seemed completely unaware of anything unusual.
He walked straight to the wine rack, chatting about how his mom loved a good Chardonnay, while I lingered by the stairs, looking around. That’s when I saw it.
In the far corner of the basement, past the shelves of old family albums and dusty boxes, was a small table. On it sat a framed photo of… me.
“Uh, Willis?” I called out, my voice a bit shaky.
“What’s up?” he replied, still focused on grabbing a bottle.
“There’s a picture of me over here…”
He stood up, holding two bottles of wine, and walked over, looking confused. I pointed to the table, and that’s when he noticed it too.
“Why is your picture here?” he muttered. That’s when I spotted the candles.
Thirteen candles. Eight were lined up in front of my photo, one in each corner of the room, and one right in the center, right on the floor.
“What the hell?” I whispered, feeling my stomach drop. “Why are there candles? And why are they all around my photo?”
Willis blinked, just as shocked. “I…I don’t know. This is weird.”
“Weird?” I snapped, my voice rising. “This is more than weird, Willis! This is freakin’ creepy!”
I rushed to the table, my heart racing with questions. Why would Jane have a picture of me like this? Was it some sort of ritual? A strange family tradition? Or something darker?
I turned to Willis, my heart pounding, feeling like I had stepped into a horror movie. His face was pale, and his eyes were wide with disbelief, as if he had seen something much worse than just a weird setup of candles and my photo.
“Willis,” I whispered, barely able to speak. “What… What is this? What’s happening?”
He didn’t respond right away. He just stood there, staring at the candles, his breathing shallow. I could see the panic building in his eyes, the kind of fear that freezes you.
“Willis?” I repeated, my voice trembling. “Please, talk to me.”
Finally, he turned to me, his lips parting slightly, but no words came out. After what felt like forever, he spoke, his voice hoarse and shaky. “I… I think my mother’s been using a spell,” he stammered.
“A curse?” My stomach dropped. “What are you talking about?”
He took a deep breath, clearly struggling with whatever awful truth he was about to share. “My grandmother… she was into all this—this dark stuff. Witchcraft, curses, spells. I—I never believed it, but…”
He ran a hand through his hair, his voice almost breaking. “She taught my mom everything. And I think—Chelsea, I think my mom’s been trying to curse you.”
I stared at him, my mind racing. “Curse me? For what?”
I blinked, and there it was: positive.
“Willis!” I shouted, barely able to contain my excitement. “Willis, come here!”
He rushed in, panic flashing across his face. “What? What’s wrong?”
I held up the test, my hands shaking. “I’m pregnant,” I whispered, tears spilling down my cheeks.
For a moment, he just stared at me, his mouth hanging open in shock. Then his face broke into the biggest smile I had ever seen.
“You’re—wait, we’re—” He stammered, pulling me into a hug so tight I could barely breathe. “We’re having a baby?!”
Man kept hearing strange noises under driveway, it led to an astounding discovery
A 37-year-old man by the name of Simon Marks discovered something quite odd. In other words, he has been residing in the same home for a while, but he only lately realized that he was unaware of what was concealed in the home he had purchased a few years prior.
One day, he came upon what he thought to be a flowerbed while attempting to park his car. His car’s wheels became stuck, and from the driveway, he could hear odd cracking sounds.
He said to himself, “Well, this day couldn’t get any worse.”
Marks bent down to investigate the problem more closely and saw that the driveway’s stones had cracked, causing the driver to give way. The sound of the pavers breaking revealed an incredible finding.
After he had cleared away all the dirt, he saw a metal fragment beneath. Marks clutched the metal piece, not knowing what might be underneath the driveway, and attempted to pull it out, but to no avail. Then he circled around to find out more about the enigmatic thing.
He phoned his father for assistance because he didn’t know what to do next. Together, they were able to remove a large amount of tightly packed muck, which finally revealed an opening. The two men descended the ancient, rusted ladder, curious to see where it would take them.
Marks recalled, “My dad saw it and knew right away that it was an air raid shelter.””After searching on Google, we discovered that there are many in this area.”
The shelter they found in Marks’ garden looked to have been constructed during World War II.
According to Marks, “the previous owner must have known it was there and he must have filled it in when he built the house and put a garden in.”
During the war, these shelters were meant to shield civilians from bombing. It is thought that a guy by the name of Sir John Anderson invented them.
A wall has been sealed with bricks. Though we don’t know, I’m ninety percent certain we won’t discover any more chambers. In order to make room for the foundations when the home was erected, they may have bricked up one of the walls, according to Marks.”We’ll just have to leave it if that’s the case,” he continued.
His discovery was captured on camera, and soon his tale went global.
Marks and his father consider the shelter to be a significant historical landmark, therefore they intend to restore it. They contend that although if that era of history is in the past, it shouldn’t be ignored since it gives us a glimpse into bygone times.
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