This story happened to my mother and some supernatural thing that surrounds me.
I was an accidental baby. Being an accident, my mother does not want me to be born. She was considering aborting me. She had a last-minute change of heart after intense crying and praying in Quiapo church.
A few months later, she was having a sleepover at a friend's house. Her friend's house is famous for supernatural occurrences and miscarriages. Two of my mother's friends miscarried in the house. They all thought it was a coincidence. However, during that sleepover, my mother woke up and saw her friend entering the bedroom. My mother pretended to sleep and she felt cold hands massaging her tummy. My mother then began to fall asleep.
The following day she hurriedly went home because she thought that something is wrong. She really feels that I am not moving. She called a friend and explained what happened. Her friend suggested going to a "manggagamot" (a healer of some sort that has some sort of supernatural power). The manggagamot touched my mother's tummy but quickly let go. She exclaimed that she did not do anything to my mother yet. She told my mother that I already don't have a heart beat, and I am dead. My mother went into hysterics. She cried and pleaded to the healer to help her. The healer does not really want to do anything since I am already dead. But my mother was persistent and the healer was forced to do a ritual. I'm not exactly sure what ritual but my mother said it involved water, candles, some plants, chanting, and prayers. After the ritual, my mother's tummy began to move. She felt that I was kicking in her tummy to the point that she can small bumps of kick in her stomach. I was alive again.
A few days or weeks after giving birth to me, my mother was sleeping and my grandmother was there looking after us. Suddenly, she noticed an entity, a demon, near my crib. My mother quickly snatched me from my crib and she began crying. She crouched in a position that protects me from the demon. My grandmother was asking what was wrong. My mother said that there's a demon, and in the arms of a demon is also a baby demon. The demon was smiling and pointing at me. The demon said to my mother, that the child is his. After that, my grandmother took me from my mother's arms and told my mother to close her eyes to stop seeing the demon. She assured my mother that she will protect me from anything. After that night, the demon never appeared again.
Now, my father once told me that I killed a kitten while playing with it. After that, he told everyone that he foresees that I am going to be a killer. A few other people who say they can read fortunes also said that I am going to become a killer or I will kill someone in the future. Because of this, my mother raised me to be a God-fearing and good person.
To be honest, I am a bit of an empath. I know the emotions of others and manipulate those emotions to better benefit me. Having empathy as psychic power is taxing. While I did abuse such a gift before, I am certainly not using it anymore because I feel like invading personal privacy.
Anyway, throughout my childhood to teenage years, I always have this thought of razing our town to the ground or about murder. It was in adulthood that I was able to control this thought. Although, I still have them but I know that I will not act on them unless necessary. Right now, I am taking law. I am hoping that if what they are saying of me as a killer is true, I will have to do it as an act of justice or out of the defense of somebody. I will do my best not to be evil. Although I know that I can't be on the good side, I can strive to be on the side of justice.
So that's all my story for today. My family has different experiences with the supernatural. I'll tell those some other time.