AND I was 16 and I just met this really nice girl. We became immediate friends. Over time, we approached more and more. One night she let me into a diminutive secret that her mother and her witchcraft practiced. At first I was skeptical because my faith runs deeply. They explained that white magic was fine and convinced me. After a few weeks of “playing” in the area (I thought it was a BS group, so I never took it seriously), one night they told me that I had to find my guide Spirit and told me how to do it on the stairs. I had to do it exactly because if I did it wrong, I would get a guide of the evil / evil spirit (their spiritual guide was called Simon, and he led them on the other side). I was supposed to do it mentally when I was between a featherlight sleep and a deep sleep.
I have never tried it, but I had to have subconsciously because the following events took place. I am not even sure if these events are related.
I slept in a recent bed that my half -nature bought me. It was a diminutive bed with a canopy, but it was really ancient. Well, I woke up to find out I can't move. I was paralyzed with my feet spread with my hands from the sides of the hand. I was shaking, it was like a robbery with tears flowing down my face (I never had any medical problems), but I was aware. I saw my dog trying to jump on the bed, but something blocked her. A cloud of black floated above me, trying to strangle me. I had a clear impression that I was going to die, and it was very clear to me that this “presence” began to kill me. It was full of evil, it was just to feel. I remember how I saw a white fog in the corner of the eye, but it was a very fat fog and I got a clear “presence” of good. I felt sadness, I knew he was crying, as if he was lost something critical. I heard him say: “Let me help, just say words and you will be safe. Believe me and I will go next to you.”
I am shaking all the time (coming out of bed) and cry, trying to scream and throw it out of it and get the evil that weighed my chest, trying to kill me! And then I saw a white fog that saved my life that night. I remember what he said and remembered that I thought, “I am young to die, I haven't experienced my life yet!” I began to pray, and the more I prayed, the worse the shaking was, and when I said Amen, the Black Evil Spirit disappeared and I was able to throw it out of it and run to the bedroom of my parents, banging in the door.
Darely not look back to the room, because somewhere in my heart I knew that something like a battle was going on there. After a few hours I came back there and lay down in the same bed and nothing happened, a sense of peace came to me. Now I can feel more than an average person, regardless of whether it is a mood that someone hides or someone else in a room that is dead. Maybe I'm just crazy?
At first I thought that maybe the ghost came with the bed and was livid, that I slept in him. What do you think Or maybe I entered the kingdom where I was not invited?
