Recently, I stumbled across an instagram reel that ignited deep memories of stories my grandma had told me. When I was young, my grandmother would tell me stories as we sat by the bonfire and waited for the food to get ready. One story I keep remembering after watching that reel, is one that logically, shouldn’t even have happened.
It was early 2017, Cyclone Dineo was causing mayhem and disruptions. Schools had to close, and we were all sent home early. My grandma was forced to cook inside the house ( she preferred cooking on the fire though) as we waited for the storm to pass. Back at school, rumours had been floating around, and old stories that were told to other kids resurfaced.
I decided to ask my grandma, while we sat together about one that was gnawing at the back of my mind.
“Mmamma, today at school, one of my friends told me a story. She says it happened. But some kids don’t believe her”
My grandma looked up from the pot and waited for me to continue with the story
[Bare with me now, this part is about to sound coo coo bananas]
“Apperently, the mine where her uncle worked once shut down. Because while they were excavating, they unknowingly dug into an underground water source and thought they had cut through some thick tree roots. When they went to investigate, she said they saw that it wasn’t a thick tree root… but a person… with a fish tale?”
My grandma nodded.
“Ah yes, I remember when that happened. These pesky mines near the mountains are just trouble. One time a group of miners took its baby. There was a big storm, just like this one around our village. It destroyed every house, and a few people died. It took some babies too. It almost took your brother, but when it lifted the roof of this house, your mother saw it, and so it retreated and the roof slammed down onto the house. Our house was the only one that survived"
At that time, I just thought it was a cool little story. My kid brain wanted to know what happened to the one they had found while excavating.
“So what happened to it? The one they found?”
“Some white men in black clothes came and took it away. And that was the end of it. They relocated it somewhere.”
Where I’m from, the existence of sirens was a fact. I grew up believing they existed. Hearing stories about them. A lot from my grandma. Stories of them taking kids, the storms they caused, stories of people who came back after being taken. How they were never the same, and that they belonged to the water now. Children of the water are what they called them. You are either taken to be one, or someone in your family was one, through way down the lineage. If you are a child of the water, they will either come for you, or your descendants.
The reason I might start believing these things is because these are literally stories from my grandma, she has seen one with her own eyes, sitting on the rocks at the river bank back when she was a teenager. She had gone to the river to do the laundry. And back then, she didn’t have access to the internet. Or could’ve possibly known about them because she had no internet. Nor was she able to watch anything with sirens in it, let alone watch TV.
And another thing, is because I was told to stay away from the beaches, or rivers, otherwise I would be at risk of being taken. Because apparently I am a child of the waters. (i would like to take this momement here to state, here and now THAT I REBUKE THAT LMAO. I THE LORDS CHILD 😭. but i couldnt say that then because it wouldve been MAD disrespectful.)
Anyway, I’d like to know if anyone else has stories like this to share. If anyone found this interesting, i could go into detail of how i found out i was "a child of the waters", more “folklore”, and perhaps one thing that only a few of my friends know (online friends… im not so brazen as to tell people from where im from who i really am… unless if they know my family but i yeah💀)
[this may or may not be for entertainment purposes only. Mr FBi agent, as u already know, ive got a lot of screws loose]
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