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Originally Posted by ladyislingering
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Its quite hard to exsplain.I had a hex put on myself and my ex husband, when I lived in Tacoma of all places. . I lived in apartment that was intially a house but with 1 room efficiencies inside and only 1 other couple lived there the rest were lonely 30 something's that either had mental health issues living on SSI and or some sort of stipend.So my neighbor Brian started to go through a mid life crisis kinda thing and he hooked up with a crazy black chick named Janice and her pimp Marco.And at that time I was a wealthy 20 year old herion addict with a good heart.(Not just saying that either.) Anyway out of concern for Brian who never did a drug in his life yet had started smoking crack with these people and letting them basically living off his SSI checks and all crashing in an efficiency I said something to him infornt of these people. (The unbeknownst to me was voodoo practitioner.) I said something to the effect of "what the **** are you doing man, these people are toxic get them the **** away from here to which he didn't heed my warning And that's what really started the incidents, the bones, the honey other bizzare trinkets being left on my doorstep under my windows, being watched or the feeling of it, eyes on the back of your neck type deal strange whispers in the middle of the night that would wake myself and the ex up like loud and clearly saying things like "hey adam , hey jess" . Then one morning early early early like up before Jesus early I get a knock at the door and its Janice, and she's all sweetness and light and she says, "Jesska I know we don't see eye to eye and whatever and its a shame cos I really like you ya know and I hate to ask you this but I need a huge favor I don't have any money and Im super thirsty can I have something to drink. So I let her in and gave her some coca cola.Now I have litterally no proof of this but at one point my back was to her with an open two liter and I to this day belive she slipped us a mickey.Later on further research it had all the effects of a belladonna trip. One I have never had but this isolated incident, the bitch leaves and I swig some of the soda and does my ex, like a heathen right outta the bottle and baaabay when I tell you psychosis insued with in 20 minutes.I found myself naked running through my hallway banging on my neighbors doors screaming bloody murder about a raid.(?) My ex chased me into the laundry room and covered me with a robe after he found me digging through a trash can looking for bugs, or a wire tap.My ex started seeing incredibly demonic visions as did I. And it lasted maybe maybe an hour or so.That day marked a turning point, we bacame incredibly depressed two of our close friends od'd, (one oddly enough died with a copy of Alistair Crowely's 777 in his lap) we were followed legitimately followed by two different cars at the same time one night after a dinner at hooters. I found our names etched into the wall in our laundry a few weeks later with odd markings and the words misery and death. Im talking my full name like first last and middle inital My ex and I attempted suicide but were thwarted by an im from his mother.We would cry randomdly, I mean Id get outta the shower and he'd be rocking back and forth in front of a blank desktop screen sobbing, or he'd come in the kitchenette to find me crying for no reason.He used to hit me anyway but during this period that this was going on (about 3 months) he'd just ****ing wail on me, he broke three ribs and made me look like the elephant girl. (My teeth are chipped because of it in front. Not noticeable to you all but I can see it, now you know why I never smile ****tards I am self conscious.
) Anyway we had money, neither like one of us worked money, and I'd say things like"Baby we have 50k in our checking please let's go home to Florida I hate it here we can leave tonight **** all this stuff well get new **** **** that isn't tainted."And he would say odd things like nobody is going to chase me outta my house. He was getting creepy like "here's Johnny"creepy. (We stayed three weeks after that conversation.) We even purposely stopped using and went through withdrawl when all this started because we thought we were ****ing crazy and high during this. We got through withdrawl over 7 days and it continued for 2 and half more months.Finally when our toilet literally exploded we said enough and we sucked it up walked to a ****ing pay phone and sat together in eachothers arms on the curb and cried, called his parents and asked to come home to his father's house and we said we were terrified and they could hear it in our voices. They said yes and we walked home loaded the car , with the dog, the dvds, the records the computer, pertinent info passports etc and left. I drove 300, 00 miles to get away from this hex and the story ends music banter , by us making it home to Florida, and promptly being arrested about 4 weeks later.
That 1 morning forever altered my life. You don't just get away from something that powerful.I left it there you feel me but the after shocks were still there, we didn't just get un-suicidal.We feel off the wagon almost immediately and him beating my ass that day was the reason I left to go buy crack and cocaine from the hood and got busted in a sting.That one morning shaped life as an adult forever. I grew up with this kinda stuff being ok in my house and the norm so its not like we didn't figure out we had been cursed. Ya understand? It was the strangest 3 months of my adult life. And you know the only people who I can share this with besides you strangers are actually my family.And Im not judged or looked at as strange for it. I moved home when dude and I split for a couple months abd my aunti cleansed me she said she could feel the darknessness all around me. But I didn't really fully shake it until the day I got off probation in 09.
There LlL. I typed all this on my phone.Medal?
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