As Misha and Jerry sliced into the cake at their gender reveal party, expecting to see a telltale blue or pink sponge, they were shocked to find the cake was black inside. As they recovered from the surprise, they finally understood why Jerry’s mother, Nancy, had made such an odd choice—though the reason was even more absurd than they could have imagined.
This was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of our lives. After two years of trying, endless doctor visits, and more tears than I could count, we were finally pregnant. It felt like everything was falling into place, like the universe had finally decided to give us our happily ever after.
“This is it, Misha,” Jerry said to me the night before the party. “We’re finally going to complete our family.”
“I know,” I said, smiling. “I can’t wait for our little one to come and turn our world upside down.”
We wanted to make the gender reveal special, so we decided on a big party. We invited family from both sides, hired a bakery for the cake, and handed the ultrasound results to Jerry’s mom, Nancy. She was thrilled to be in charge.
“I’ve got everything under control, Misha,” Nancy promised. “I’ll take care of the cake and get a special gift for my grandbaby. I just know it’s going to be a girl—I’m ready to spoil her rotten!”
Nancy had been eager to be involved ever since we announced the pregnancy, so it felt good to let her handle the cake. I was grateful she felt included.
As my mom and I set up for the party, the house was transformed into a Pinterest-perfect setting—pink and blue balloons tied to every chair, platters of food arranged on the table, and a banner that read, “He or She? Let’s See!” It was everything I had ever dreamed of.
The final touch was the beautiful white cake at the center of the room, ready for the big reveal. Jerry’s whole family was there—his cousins, brother, aunt—filling the house with excitement and chatter.
When Nancy arrived, I noticed she was dressed all in black. It struck me as strange, but I didn’t think much of it. Maybe she thought black was slimming or elegant. Who knew?
As everyone gathered around the cake, the energy in the room buzzed with anticipation. Phones were out, cameras ready to capture the big moment.
Jerry put his arm around me. “Ready?” he whispered.
“Let’s do this,” I grinned.
The countdown began.
“Three… two… one!”
We cut into the cake, expecting to see pink or blue inside. But when we pulled out the first slice, the room went silent. The cake was pitch black.
Not a hint of pink. Not a touch of blue. Just black.
My heart sank. Was this some kind of joke? No one was laughing. Everyone stood frozen, unsure whether to keep recording or put their phones down.
I glanced at Jerry, who looked just as confused as I felt. Then my eyes landed on Nancy, standing off to the side. She was dressed head to toe in black—black dress, black scarf, black shoes—and now she looked like she was… crying?
“Nancy?” I called out, frowning.
She wiped her eyes with a tissue, her makeup smudging. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice rising. “Why would you order a black cake?”
Jerry stepped in, his confusion turning to frustration. “Mom, what’s going on?”
Nancy dabbed at her eyes, trembling. “It’s not about the cake. It’s what I was told… I couldn’t risk it.”
“What are you talking about?” Jerry asked, his patience wearing thin.
Nancy took a deep breath. “Ten years ago, I visited a fortune teller with my sister. She told me something terrifying—that if my first grandchild was a boy, it would destroy your family, Jerry. And I’d be struck with a terrible illness.”
The room gasped. Jerry’s jaw dropped. “You’ve believed that nonsense for ten years?”
Nancy nodded, wringing her hands. “I know it sounds crazy, but I couldn’t ignore it. She was famous in our town—everyone said her predictions were always right.”
I stared at her, stunned. “So you sabotaged our gender reveal because of a fortune teller?”
Nancy hung her head. “I thought if it was a boy, maybe the black cake would… stop the curse. I even put bay leaves in it, hoping it would change something.”
I pressed my fingers to my temple, trying to process the absurdity. I knew Nancy could be a bit eccentric, but this? This was beyond anything I’d imagined.
Jerry let out a sharp breath. “Mom, you let a con artist control your decisions for ten years?”
Nancy’s lip quivered as she crumbled under the weight of her fear. “I was terrified of losing you. I couldn’t bear the thought that something bad would happen to your family because of me.”
Before anyone could respond, Jerry’s cousin Megan, who had been scrolling through her phone, chimed in.
“Wait, was it J. Morris? That fortune teller?”
We Uncovered a Hidden Chamber While Remodeling, The Discoveries Inside Prompted Us to Relocate
When we discovered a hidden room in our newly purchased home, we never imagined it would change our lives. What we found inside forced us to move out, but it also led to an unexpected twist.
I never thought I would experience anything like a horror movie, but here I was. After years of saving, Jack and I finally bought our first house. I was thrilled and eager to start renovations, taking charge while Jack focused on work.
One Tuesday morning, while sipping coffee and scrolling through my phone, Carlos, our renovation crew leader, called me over. He had discovered a hidden door behind a section of the wall they had just torn down.
Curiosity piqued, I opened the door, only to be hit with horror. Inside was a closet filled with old clothes, covered in mold and crawling with insects. The stench was overwhelming. Shocked, I quickly shut the door and called Jack to come home.
When Jack arrived, I led him to the hidden room. His reaction mirrored mine as he realized we couldn’t stay in a house with such a dark secret. We spent hours packing essentials and making arrangements to stay with friends, uncertain about what the future held for us.
Living at our friends’ place felt like we were back at square one. I worried about what would happen to our dream home, and Jack worked late, feeling guilty about the situation. Eventually, after several pest control visits, we received a call that changed everything.
The pest control team had found a wooden box while cleaning out the hidden room. Inside were vintage pieces of jewelry. Excited but confused, we wondered why the previous owner had left them behind. After researching, we decided to sell the jewelry and use the money for renovations, transforming our nightmare into something positive.
Selling the jewelry turned into an adventure of its own. We visited various shops, learning that some pieces were quite valuable. The sale brought in more money than we expected, allowing us to renovate the hidden room and upgrade the rest of the house.
Weeks later, the hidden room became a cozy reading nook, and the rest of the house transformed with modern appliances and a beautiful back porch. On the day we moved back in, I marveled at how different the space was. To celebrate, we hosted a housewarming party, and our friends were amazed by the renovations. Jack praised my efforts in turning things around, and I felt a wave of pride.
Later, as we relaxed in our new reading nook, Jack joked about being grateful for a room full of bugs. I laughed, realizing that our journey had led us to something even better than we had originally dreamed. In the end, I knew we could face any surprise together. Looking back, I just hoped our next renovation would avoid any hidden horrors.
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