Since I understood what a Rake was I had this vital pulse to make public my encounter with a similar looking creature, thinking that since it was true, people would love to hear about it but the more I tried to tell about it to narrators and posting on my blog, I realize that even if someone died nobody cared.
The truth is that that was the only time I got really scared, apart from that creature, my family and I have lots of stories about weird and strange things.
For example one of my cousins, Mia, told me that while she was living in Mexico with her family, her mom walked her to school. In her way there they passed by this old man’s house. Now you wonder “uuuuh, is this gonna be creepy?”. Well, yeah. It was creepy for her because she saw his frontyard change like not all the time or every week but it always had something different. The things she told me that remembered were when he nailed a lot of twisted metal objects to his wall and the day that he hang up from a rope this tv. It wasn’t broken and looked like if it should be a swing there. It had a table under the suspended tv.
My grandmother was told a couple of times that in Brazil, when the granddaughter of the fundator of their religion gave people energy (Hand Imposition it’s their rough translation) the ones that were being used by evil spirits screamed in the audience. She said that this happened many times, that they hurt themselve, scream in pain and claim to being burn alive. I never asked her what did the “preparated people” in those situations.
A couple of years latter she told mom and I that she did the same thing to a friend of hers since, well, Hand Imposition is a common thing to do in that religious group; it is used to make people feel better, detect some body malfuntion and in cases helps a lot to heal people.
The thing with my grandmother and grandfather (that was there too that day) is that they were never told how to help in that kind of situations. The old woman screamed and pulled from her clothes and went to the kitchen and poured water on her body.
My grandmother never told me how much time takes for the people to feel normal again. Seems that her friend had many spirits in her body. I didn’t ask how she knew that.
I know that that wasn’t the first time that my grandfather saw something like that. No, he wasn’t in those celebrations where that grandaughter was present. You see, he studied to be a minister from that same religion. Being someone that offered his home for the cult for Meishusama, a lot of people knew him. Mom was super young when he was asked to do a Hand Imposition session to this sick young lady. My god did he regret it.
The thing is that at some point in the one hour session, this young lady was pushed or threw herself to the floor, screaming and having her hair pulled back by something invisible. She then screamed in a man’s voice. She didn’t know Italian but she was talking in that language. Her mom or dad later said to my grandparents that it was exacly like her own father’s voice and she knew Italian. My grandfather called aminister and asked as calm as he could help. He did an exorsism on the young lady. When he told me this I asked how it was but he couldn’t remember. The minister dictated how and what to do.
By the way, what the mother of that young lady said the lady shouted in a male voice was “I am not leaving this body”.
Another reasong why I don’t fuck up with ghosts or spirits (What at some point I did but didn’t know they were going to hurt me) is because mom told me what happened to her. When she was in her 20’s she got married and one year latter divorced. Mom was in this big sad state, letting anyone enter her home and sleep in her floor. One time she got more than 10 people.
She isn’t proud of that. By that time she made a food offer for her ancestors. What she didn’t know is that you never, NEVER, never let the offer on your table. If you leave an offer on the same place you eat, is an open invitation for spirits to enter. She lived a nightmare for months: Her dog stared to corners and stayed still, she felt at night someone breathing into her face (by that time she wasn’t inviting anyone else into her home), she even founf footseps on her covers.
I shouldn’t be so vague when telling she decided that was her apartment and she was the owner of, as she said “four walls”. She still moved a couple of months later because she was still with depresion. (she is fine now
Last thing, don’t trust spirits. It’s not long since I decide to ignore those fuckers. I have a lot to tell what I personally experience with the spiritual fucking world but hear me this: Humans are bad people, both the alive and dead. They would do anything to feel alive. Do not trade with them, do not trust them. If they look like kids, if they appear in not abandomed houses, if they make visible during the day, if they claim to be a recently deseased relative: DO NOT BELIVE THOSE FUCKERS.
NEVER do anything because you feel pity. They had their chance. Don’t ofer them ANYTHING. I thought I was smart. Well, now I am rude. Fuck those bastards. The last I saw wasn’t even a relative. Mom still wants me to see, she sais that anything I study can help me to “brighten this world”.
Fuck that. I am not gonna let those distorted creatures convince me of anything else. They try first to scare you so they can freaking enter you. I thought they were friends. I thought they were what everyone was talking about in their blogs. They (I guess) assumed shapes and forms for me to like them. Fuck the spiritual world. I am not gonna clean anyone. Go to a professional. I won’t put up with any of those diform acumulation of energy.
Do I care I say a saint and protector? No, fuck that. How can I tell they were real? A bunch of lights floating arround a sacred place could mean anything. Do I care I saw a lot of times someone that looked like Jesus? NO! THE FUCK?! I don’t like him. I don’t know if he was ral or a woman or if he had kids or if he was god. Why wouldn’t spirits take his form and use their name to convince people to do things. It was so clear, so happy.
Don’t trust visions. Either day or night. Two failed me. I won’t trust anyone either dead or alive.