26/01/2026
"Drink my urine, I will give you biscuit,” the 80-year-old woman said to Little Anna who was just 2-years-old.- story by jude melody
Nobody was in the compound that day.
Anna's mom and Dad went out that lonely Afternoon.
"Nobody will save you today Little girl," The Old woman whispered as she brought the glass cup containing her smelling urine close to Anna's mouth.
HOW IT STARTED…
It started after Anna’s mother, Rebecca, followed her friend to a newly opened church near their house.
But just midway in the church prayer, the pastor called out Rebecca and told her to come out with her little daughter Anna into his office.
He looked at them carefully in a way that made Rebecca scared.
“Madam, this your daughter will d!e in three days. It was just revealed to me now,” he said, his voice cold.
“What? Pastor, please help me! What should I do?” Rebecca begged, trembling.
He looked at her again and saw she really believed him and was scared.
“Bring that new car your husband bought for you,” he said. “Use it and sow a seed. You have just today to give it to the church. Then with just one prayer, your daughter will be alive, strong and healthy.”
Rebecca stood up immediately and rushed home. She grabbed the new car her husband, Richard, had bought for her and drove straight to the church. Without thinking twice, she handed the key over to the pastor.
“Very good,” he said, placing his hands on Anna’s head and murmuring f@ke prayers.
When Richard got home that night and heard what happened, he was furious. He stormed to the church with his wife and daughter.
Richard demanded the keys back, saying he didn’t believe in such useless prophecies. He drove home with the car, warning Rebecca never to step foot in that church again.
The pastor was infuriated. “I will teach you a lesson for messing with me,” he muttered.
He made a call. “Get ready. They’re on their way home. Follow our plan strictly. No mistakes,” he ordered.
As Richard and his family drove home, an old woman suddenly blocked the road. Richard could not brake in time, and the car hit her lightly.
He rushed to her side, begging her to be okay. “Mama, why did you stand in the middle of the road? Let me take you to the hospital,” he said.
“Yes,” Rebecca agreed.
But the old woman pleaded, “Please, just take me to your house. I will stay for just three days. I don’t want to go to the hospital.”
After much thought, they agreed and took her home.
That night, something shocking happened. The old woman refused to use the toilet. She asked for a bucket.
“But why, mama?” Rebecca asked, confused.
“Please, I need a bucket to urinate,” she insisted.
Rebecca gave her a bucket, still unsure. The old woman pretended to flush it but secretly hid her urine in a corner of the room, waiting for the next day.
Then came the morning that changed everything.
It was a Saturday morning. Richard went to work, and Rebecca was about to go to the market with her daughter.
But the old woman begged Rebecca to leave Anna with her. “I will be lonely if I’m alone, please,” she said.
Rebecca, feeling it would be fine, agreed. She left, and the old woman took Anna to her room.
She quickly brought out the bucket containing her urine, scooped some with a glass cup, and turned to Anna with an evil smile.
“Take my dear and drink. I will give you biscuit,” the 80-year-old woman said to little Anna.
“But Grandma, it is smelling,” little Anna said, shaking her head.
“Oh no, how do I make this stup!d girl drink this urine before her mom comes back?” she muttered. “The pastor gave me just three days to do this. I have to think of something.”
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