She couldn't have him. So she made sure no one else could either.
She was not a superstitious woman. A university education. Years of fieldwork. The kind of person who needed a mechanism before she'd believe in anything.
Then a friend's love brought her name into a stranger's engagement -- and a rejected bride-to-be turned to something older and darker than jealousy to make sure it never went any further.
What followed was a taveez hidden inside a mattress. Pages of the Quran desecrated and turned into weapons. A household's food and drink turned against them. A wardrobe soaked through with blood that no one could explain. Phone calls that failed only between two specific people, year after year, for reasons no engineer could diagnose. A snake. A swarm. Four children who never drew breath.
This is a true account, shared directly with the author by the woman who lived it -- a story of obsession, faith, and a family's slow unraveling that is, as far as anyone involved knows, still not finished happening.
A true, first-person account -- names and identifying details changed to protect those involved111 pages of narrative nonfiction horrorFor readers of real-life supernatural accounts, true crime, and occult nonfictionThe first book in an ongoing series of real, unexplained storiesSome of it you will want to explain away. By the end, you may find you can't.