The Missing Adopted DaughterChapter 1
This summer, a foul stench suddenly filled our home. And as the temperature rose, the smell grew even stronger, but no one except me could smell it.
They told me I was sick. However, after my sense of smell was checked out, the result showed it was normal.
I had tried everything, like moving out, getting spiritual readings, getting hypnosis and others, to get rid of the smell, but the situation just kept getting worse. And this made me on the verge of losing my mind!
Then one day, as I passed by the butcher shop downstairs, something the owner said jolted me.
"Miss, have you ever considered that there might actually be a dead body in your house?"
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"What did you just say?" I asked.
"I said, have you ever thought that maybe there is a dead body in your house?" he asked again. "Perhaps, everyone smells it, but they're just too scared to say it out loud. I heard from the older generation that when someone does too much evil, their descendants will suffer for it. That misfortune will come back to torment them.”
“There’s really such a thing?” I asked.
“Oh, sure. And the more evil thing someone has done, the more meat they and their family eat, the stronger the stench becomes. You can even smell their malice. If you want to get to the truth, do what I say. Buy exactly two pounds and four ounces of meat every day and eat it for seven days straight. Then you’ll know what’s really going on.”
I looked at the butcher skeptically, doubting his words. That was because ever since I first started smelling this stench, I’d tried everything I could think of and not a single thing had worked.
Will his method work? Or was he using this bizarre story to sell more pork?
It seemed the butcher knew what I was thinking. He mysteriously raised the boning knife in his hand and assured me, “Young lady, I’ve been slaughtering pigs for over twenty years. I never lie in front of the knife. That’s the rule in this business. If I were to lie, this boning knife would turn against me and I’d suffer the agony of being cut to pieces.”
“I’ve been running this butcher shop in the neighborhood for years. Everyone knows everyone around here. I’m only telling you this because you look like a good kid. Trust me, follow what I said and you will find the source of the smell.”
Despite my doubts, I believed him … mostly.