i was a witch 2

My second being a witch experience came a few years later. I was a jss 1 student in a boarding school, and i was just starting to adjust to the life of sleeping on bunks, rushing for water in the reservoir, getting sent on endless errands by the seniors and so on. It was in the second term, and by then i already had a school mother who was
in ss1.
It was my birthday, and i had woken up excited, laid my bed with my with bed-sheet (meant for special occasions like birthdays and inspections). I placed my garri cake in the middle of the bed, and placed birthday cards around it. There was no need to announce, everyone knew it was my birthday just like that. I had a lot of fun that day: I got beaten, I ate garri cake, and my parents gave me a surprise visit.
With a day like that, imagine the shocker I got when my school mother called me out to the balcony the next morning and asked me to "confess". Like the other "aje" accusation, I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. When she continued to ask me to confess and I kept asking:" senior, confess what?" She left me and told me to wait on the balcony. Then she went to call another person who was in ss3 to talk to me. The ss3 lady too probed me but got no response. Then she called my school mother and said "Leave her alone. She's not possessed." Ah! Possessed bawo? Who is possessed? As i was rushing back into the hostel to ask my bunk mate what was going on,  my school mother and three of her friend took me back to the balcony and told me to confess or else, they would report me to our matron, who would in turn report me to the hostels coordinator who would not hesitate to expel me. I admit that that I got a little scared at this point. I looked at the three seniors who were questioning me. I was already planning on blackmailing them if they attempted to take me to the matron (no I was not dubious, I was just smart. After all, i had taken the pains of going through my school mother's diary, which had a key lock, that kind that could easily be picked with the head of a pen. I knew their secrets too *insert evil laugh here*)
Well, they asked me again to tell them my secret, and to confess if i was possessed, i was tired at this point so i just stared back blankly. So they went ahead to tell me how they knew my secret(secret wey me sef no know.smh).According to them, I had gotten down from my bed(which was on the upper bunk) in the middle of the night and i took off my bed sheet(my special white one) and i wrapped it around my head. then i knelt on the floor and started muttering something which were inaudible, did the muttering for a while and then i started swaying, all this while I’m still on my knees. And then i stood up and started dancing, this also lasted for a while, and then i stopped dancing all of a sudden. I wrapped the sheet around myself and lay down on the floor. And i kept on muttering till i slept off. That was how they knew I was possessed. I then made that stupid mistake again. I giggled, and laughed. a lot this time. The three seniors scolded me and kept on probing me. the got exhausted and later left me alone. One of them even suggested that i was sleep walking. I really have not decided if i believe that story or not, although i admit that when i woke up, i was on the floor, and i would have known if I fell of my bed(that happened a couple of times.) because the impact with the floor wakes me up. Since I was not "possessed", there was nothing to discuss so the issue was closed.
But that was just for us o. The next term when one "senior" sent me on an errand and she noticed that I frowned, she eyed me and said: "see miss yarn, don't try rubbish o. Because i know who you are." I did not even get her point immediately until i later when i sat and thought about it. People!!
I have had no other "aje/possessed" experiences after then. And I have not attended any midnight or daytime meetings. *sigh* I was a witch and i did not even know. It is well.
NB: i went through my last post and I noticed lots of grammatical errors in it. So sorry. that's one of the very many features of a lazy writer. You write and you don't read it! But i will still give the cliché excuse -English is not my papa's language."
stay blessed and stay amazing!