The Ugly Side Of Modelling

Confession by Sara

After I graduated from Uni and while waiting to find a job, I joined my friend, M, as a part time model. She was a few years older than me and had been successful in her modeling career. She had rented a condo in Petaling Jaya and invited me over to visit or stay, or to use the facilities. I had always known her to be a generous friend. She shared the unit with two other girls, both from the same modeling agency, but mostly we kept to ourselves in our own rooms and if we did bump into each other, there would be the usual idle small chat. 
 
Everything was going very well until one day M just fell down, and couldn’t pick herself up. She was diagnosed with Muscular Dystrophy. It was supposed to be a genetic disease but somehow she got it when there was no prior history of anyone in her family having it. The doctors couldn’t do anything. Her condition was so bad, she had to be in a wheelchair. She moved back to her parents place, and the once confident, bubbly girl I knew became sullen and a recluse.

The next time I visited her, it was about half a year later. She’s still wheelchair bound but her stomach has bloated to the size of a bowling ball. She looked like she was carrying a baby to full term. The once beautiful woman I know is now totally unrecognizable. She said three months ago they discovered she had some gastrointestinal disorder. So far nothing seemed to help reduce the symptoms.

At this point I felt something wasn’t quite right. My uncle - my mother’s older brother - is a practicing healer and I secretly went behind my friend’s back to check if it was indeed black magic. If it was, we could then decide how to take it forward. If it wasn’t, I would keep quiet and not make a fool of myself.
 
I showed my uncle her photo from my phone and gave him her birthdate. It turned out that black magic had been used on M. I was prepared for M to reject the notion of black magic but when I brought the news to her and proposed to get my uncle to cleanse for her, she readily agreed.

Over the weekend, my uncle came to visit M. First thing he said was that there was a spirit of an old woman standing outside the house looking in. After he described how she looked, M confirmed she had nightmares of a woman fitting that description coming into her bedroom at night and “eating her body parts”. 

When asked what M meant by that, she said that she would be in a state of sleep paralysis, and this old woman would emerge from the shadows from the corner of the bedroom, stand by her bed, and dig her fingers into M’s body, pull out her entrails to feed on, or gnaw on her legs.

My uncle did some prayer and prepared a drink for her. He said that some time between tonight and three days from now, my friend will dream of a face. That is the person who had cast a spell on her. 

Three days later, my friend called me and said she saw the face and it was that of her house mate in the unit she had rented. With that information, my uncle said he would handle it. He gave her some cloth pouch to keep on her at all times, and more of the blessed liquid to drink.
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A week later, we heard through our common friends - ok lah, actually I was kaypoh and went to ask around - that the housemate had an accident and broke her leg. 

Soon after that my friend started to recover. It wasn’t overnight though, it took her almost 10 years to fully recover.

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