I will confess!

"Ok, I will confess! I will confess! I don't want to die!" she growled in pain.

"Confess!" Pastor Silas fired.

"Alright, I will" she agreed and pastor Silas asked ushers to place a microphone on her mouth while she laid on the ground. "1982, I visited a friend, though she is physically dead now, I can't mention her name because she still alive in the underworld.

She prepared pap and Akara and invited me to join her. I rationed the food with her not knowing that she bewitched the food and succeeded in initiating me into witchcraft" she lingers.

"Gone on" Pastor Silas commanded.

"The Tuesday night of that very week, in my sleep at about 1:00 am, I began to hear voices calling my name. They kept screaming my name until I had a feeling of being sucked out of my body. In seconds, I was out of myself; feeling weightless like a piece of paper; floating in a horizontal position with arms outstretched in the air like a feather tossed by the wind.