Four years ago, I had a friend that died miserably from a car crash. My friend was a Satanist by the way. He always was interested in the black arts and showed it to me. He did something to me that day before he died without me knowing, until I realized today that this curse it's taking form. How I know he cursed me, because he told me! When he was already dead.
He told me that he was studying the black arts for many years; he never tried it on anyone besides me. He wanted to see if it would work on a Christian like me. He gave me detailed information of what he did. He lit up candles, painted a pentagram on the floor, he had a book with him to show him how to hex someone, and finally he chanted my name in Latin for the spell to work. I didn't believe him, because he was a friend. He did it to prove that he had powers and see if I had visions of seeing the dead. But instead, I'm hearing demonic voices! I guess he chanted the wrong spell!
After the first year he cursed me, I went to church to rid of my curse. It seem that it was working, all this prayer and positive people surrounding me, until I saw something else that shouldn't have been in the church in the first place.
First, I was getting light headed and soon tired. I closed my eyes for couple of seconds, (getting drowsy) then the church was getting dimmer. I turned my head towards the isle, all of a sudden I saw a little girl drenched in blood. Usually, this experience is common for me. I see people die all the time, in my dreams that is! My power is to communicate with spirits and see how they died. I can't control this power! I can't turn it on and off. I can't control it when I'm asleep of course.
Anyways, the girl was walking down the isle. I opened my eyes wider and she was gone. I saw her again afterwards, repeating the process again. She walks down the isle, this time I try screaming at her, but with all the rejoicing and music from the church, she didn't hear me. So, I just didn't try contacting her after that. She walked near the alter. She fell kneeled down in front of the pastor, without him knowing she yells at him for no reason. All of a sudden the music stopped and the pastor realized that something negative was within the church.
He said to everyone that don't be alarmed, but there's a demon in the church. Everyone started to laugh, but he was serious. All of a sudden other people felt the cold behind their backs. I turned around and I saw other's like her. People so real, but dead at the same time. Marching and marching to the alter. I was the only one that can see them and hear them, I think.
Christians do have abilities that come from God, so I think they know also. The pastor knows that the only way demons can enter the church, only if someone invited them in. In that moment, I left the church. I didn't want to be embarrassed. I was in the third to last row, so it was easy for me to make my escape.
Soon after that, the demons started to look at me when I left. They soon followed me out. I started walking faster and faster, but they just stayed at the church grinning at me. I knew I was not safe, not even in church.
I seek help; try every medication, but nothing. I can't remove the curse, the person who cast it on me could do it, but he is dead. Now, I'm stuck for the rest of my life knowing that I have demons that want my soul. Every time I turn around they are there, but for some reason they don't attack me. They know my soul is damned.
The only way to cure my self, is to get myself baptized. Hopefully, that will work I do think. I'm not sure if it can, but I tried it on my self and seemed to temporarily push the demon away. I wear a necklace with a cross on it for protection. That also pushes them away.
I keep wishing my life will be normal, but believe me or not this is not fun or a joke. I know what life after death is and it seems to follow me everywhere I go.