For five solid years my shop had been doing well. Nothing flashy, just steady growth. Customers came every day, suppliers trusted me with credit, and even the other traders in the market knew I was reliable. I wasn’t rich, but I was comfortable and proud of what I’d built. Then, in less than a month, it all fell apart.
Sales dropped so hard I thought the economy had crashed overnight. Regular buyers stopped coming. Stock vanished from locked shelves. Machines that had worked perfectly suddenly broke down for no reason. My workers grew quiet, uneasy, always looking over their shoulders. No one could explain what was happening.
The timing bothered me more than anything. Everything started right after a visit from another trader who had always envied my progress. He walked in smiling, said he wanted to put old rivalries behind us, congratulated me on the shop, and even asked to look around. He touched a few things and praised the layout. I thought he was just being polite.
I didn’t suspect anything then. But days later the place felt different—heavy, almost suffocating. Customers would step inside, glance around, and leave without buying. A few told me straight up that something felt off, that they got uncomfortable the moment they entered, though they couldn’t say why. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=36304
