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?!”
A Rare Look At Today’s Shiloh Jolie-Pitt
One of the most popular Hollywood couples of all time was Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. Some people loved them together and other people hated it, but it was impossible to ignore the fact that they were everywhere.
The couple remained together for 12 years and had three children with each other. They also adopted three children while they were together. Angelina Jolie already had two sons who were adopted when she met him in 2004.
The film that they met each other on was Mr. and Mrs. Smith, and in many ways, it launched their relationship with each other. They enjoyed working together and eventually, a romance was building.
They talked about what they wanted in life and this included some similar things. Angelina was still adopting children and they co-adopted a baby from Ethiopia in 2006.
It was in that same year that she was pregnant with their own child. They went to Namibia for the birth to stay out of the public eye during that time.
They were so popular together that it is thought that the first picture of the child was worth $1 million. That baby is Shiloh, and she was born healthy by a cesarean section.
Despite the fact that they had a healthy baby, they were also concerned that there were some 2 million babies born every year in the developing world who died the first day they were born. They wanted to do what they could to save those children by making changes.
Shiloh is now 16 years old and she’s growing up quickly. She is close to her older brothers and sisters as well as the twin siblings that are younger than she is.
They don’t too much on social media so they tend to stay behind the scenes but one thing that is known is that Shiloh wasn’t always going by that name. At one time, she wanted to be called John.
Her parents are supportive of the choice that she’s made, and they want her to fit in. They even try to match clothes with her older brothers.
According to Angelina Jolie, she wanted to be a boy so they cut her hair and let her wear boy’s clothing.
These days, Shiloh has grown up into a beautiful young woman. She still isn’t seen very often in public, but we look forward to seeing her more in the future.
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