Paralysis

Whoever said,

"Keep your Friends close but your Enemies closer..." 

They were NOT lying! Whether it was Michael Corleone, Chinese General Sun Tzu or Italian writer Machiavelli, they were definitely onto something. I wish I had known what was going to happen to me in that sense. I've never met someone who is so conniving and malicious as with this certain individual. I had made a friend at work, he had my back whenever I needed something and vice versa. We had many likes in common and practiced the same religion, so I thought.

It all started on a night when I was having a hard time sleeping. It didn't really bother me as much because I've always had a problem with my sleep but for this particular night it was extremely difficult to go to bed. It had felt like something or someone was trying to divert my sleep somehow. That happened over the next consecutive nights, each night getting harder and harder to stay and fall asleep. I noticed there was a certain weird heavy feeling to the house suddenly. The air specifically in my room was so thick and dense you could cut it with a knife. I definitely felt a presence there just watching my every move.



When I would just barely fall asleep, is when I would feel it start to touch my ankle and leg. I would then wake up in a jolt and with a mini heart attack. I wasn't able to go back to sleep right away. It would take me a couple of hours later to sleep again or not even because I had to get up for work. You have no idea how 'painsackingly frustrating it was for something or someone to disturb your slumber.  I felt drained, listless, tired and besides the obvious deprived of sleep . I was a freaking desolate zombie when you would interact with me. I would come home from work and take 6 hour daily naps if you want to call them that. I felt I had no one to help me nor to confide in with what was happening. As each day progressed, it got worse and worse.

One night where I thought all this madness had stopped, I found myself dreaming of my room. Like all I had done was just lie down, shut my mind off and my spirit was watching myself sleep. Then all of a sudden I feel some pressure all over my body. I felt my arms and upper body being pinned down by a great weight. I tried to wrestle this "thing" off me but it was too strong. I couldn't even move my head. I was so scared, I tried to scream to worn my family for help but I couldn't. Not a single sound came out from me. It was as if  I was re-enacting a scene from  A Nightmare on Elm Street. This thing had me under its control and I couldn't do anything. It had me pinned down until I passed out from the shock. This happened to me in all about maybe three times.

After the third incident I came home from work and my friend had came over to visit. She had asked me what was wrong. She said she'd seen in her mind's eye, a dark figure following me around. She then told me what it was and who had done this to me. I was floored and livid when I found out who it was. It was the guy who I had befriended at work. 

As any person who practices Wicca or any other pagan religion, this guy broke the Golden/Cardinal Rule.

"An' it harm none, Do what thou wilt."

Because usually when you do a spell,

"Whatever energy a person puts out onto the world, be it Positive or Negative, it will be returned to that person Threefold..."
 

However when you do it for personal gain and/or it interferes with a person free will, etc. it'll come back to you sevenfold.

She then proceeds to show me how to get rid of the figure that was taunting me. Nervously later on that night I blessed my house and I lite a candle while I slept. It came but this time I could feel that its hold was getting weaker and weaker as the night went on. When it tried to pin me down again I was able to get it off me but it still had some hold and almost dragged me out of my bed. I believe I mentally said an Our Father and it stop. Every once in awhile I would feel it push my body as if to say "I'm still here".

The next night I had my roommate sleep with me to see what would happen. I can say that was the first time in a very long while that I had slept soundly through the night. I am so grateful that it was last and final night that I will ever be in contact with this entity. Yes I could still feel a presence watching my every move however  it wasn't from within my room but more like it was coming from outside of my house. As time went on the heaviness in the house and that feeling of being watched went away. VICTORY IS MINE!
 

This guy messed with the wrong person, especially if they're a Great person and they have an Excellent future ahead of them. I know for a fact he was Envious of me and for what I do not know. That is what I would like to know but all I have to say to him is,

 

KARMA  IS  A  MOTHER  FUCKIN'  BITCH  &  YOU  WILL  GET  WHAT  YOU  DESERVE  (SEVENFOLD),  SO  MOTE  IT  BE!...

 

Good day.
 



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Stairway...

There hasn't come a time where I haven't had some sort of unexplained or paranormal experience in my life. Not that I'm complaining or anything however sometimes it would be nice to know the answers to your own questions...

How are you guys doing? I know it has been a while since my last post but I'm trying my best to write more often.

 

Like I've said in my posts, when an experience happens to me I'm usually alone. However in this instance I wasn't which in my case, is rare. It was summer time I believe I was about 10 years old, transitioning from 4^th  to 5^th grade. That summer my parents decide to move from our small two bedroom apartment to another apartment that looked like a house. It was beautiful I must say yes it was another two bedroom apartment but it was much more spacious and it was two stories as well. When you walked in you would first see the living room . If you continued walking straight then you would go into the den. On your left side when you walked in you would see the dining room area and then the kitchen. There was another little dining room area within kitchen. The bedrooms and the bathroom were upstairs.  The stairway to go to the bedrooms was a trip (No pun intended!) it had a very gloomy look and feel to it. It's made of some sort of yellow stone, I believe it's limestone or something, it got dirty pretty fast.

                            

Not too long after we had moved in and everything was pretty much settled we started having some weird experiences in that house, even to this day. Not as frequent as when we first moved in, but it's still just as crazy. My first traumatic experience at that house was when my mom had called for me when I was upstairs playing in my room. I immediately stopped what I was doing and headed my way downstairs. As I proceeded to go downstairs, about half way through reaching the bottom is when I feel something wrap around my ankles. It felt like a pair of hands had gotten ahold of them. I then fall and stumble all the way down.The stairs had beaten me up badly.  I was super sore, extremely bruised and limping when I had gotten up. It wasn't a pretty site to see. My mom and I were afraid that I may have broken a bone, luckily I didn't!

I know you're probably thinking I was just being clumsy and tripped over my own foot. However, I wasn't the only one who had felt some invisible pair of hands grab at their feet and stumble while going downstairs for something. And it sucked that it happened on more then one occasion. After falling down the stairway a few times it had suddenly stopped and moved to different locations throughout the house.  It was definitely traumatizing for me as a child and for my family for not knowing when and if it was going to happen or not. Because of this, to this day I use hand rails to maneuver up and down any set of stairs I encounter. Call me paranoid I don't give a fuck, all I know is that I'm being safe and precautious!

 

 (Listen to this song)

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