u/Living-Teapot

It happened because a dear friend of mine—my best friend, actually, whom I love an awful lot—was targeted by some girl (I’ll call her Lisa) who has a generational pact with a parasitic entity.

Now, I’m not spiraling here. Let’s go in order so I can explain better. Apologies in advance, this is long.

My best friend, whom I’ll call Harry, is one of the sweetest, kindest people I know. He’s the definition of a gentle giant and would give his heart to all of his friends, myself included. I’m an antisocial moth who would rather sit at home than go out, yet he has managed to change that despite my protests lmao. Sadly, he is such a good person that he sometimes can’t see when someone is trying to take advantage of him or when someone is plain evil. That was the case with Lisa.

Lisa was friends with Harry before I met him, and she was also friends with Harry’s crush, whom I’ll call Emma. They cut her off once they understood what a bad person she was, but here is the problem: Lisa’s generational pact. As Emma, who is also a wonderful person, already told me, someone in Lisa’s family made a deal with this parasite in exchange for taking them all with it when “the time came.” How do I know it’s a parasite? Emma told me that, in Lisa’s own words, ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶m̶f̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶o̶n̶l̶y̶ ̶i̶n̶t̶i̶m̶i̶d̶a̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶b̶y̶ ̶p̶o̶l̶t̶e̶r̶g̶e̶i̶s̶t̶s̶ and is even destroying Lisa herself in terms of health, money, and relationships. I say “even” because Lisa uses it to her advantage whenever she wants, but the spirit loathes her. Lisa is not very smart. In fact, she has liquid intelligence, but she is vile. Why? She made a binding spell on a guy who was once Emma’s best friend, completely changing his personality and turning him against Emma. When Emma tried to pull him away from her to help him, Lisa got really mad and used the entity to attack them. Both Emma and her former best friend got appendicitis at the same time and almost didn’t make it. This was confirmed as a spiritual attack by Emma’s mother, who is a powerful white witch.

Emma’s mother has seen this creature. She describes it as gray and very, very tall—I’m talking about four to six meters tall—with an aura that drains everything around it. Emma also has witch and warlock friends who would rather not mess with that thing. All of them can confirm it’s there. In fact, in my country, there are many mercados de brujas, or “witch markets,” which are more like covens, and all of them treat this girl with respect because they would rather not get on her bad side; they know how dangerous she is.

Now, here’s where my stupid ass comes in.

Like I said, I love Harry a lot. He’s like a big brother to me, and he deserves everything good that comes to him. But Lisa targeted him because he finally decided not to take her shit anymore, and he is a very patient person. Ever since then, his depression and anxiety, and even the bad and toxic situations at his workplace have skyrocketed. He even considered suicide and had a plan for it.

Emma’s mother had him checked. She confirmed that Lisa had cast a candle spell on him.

So, worried about my best friend, I decided to charge a black tourmaline, as Emma’s mother suggested, and give it to Harry to help protect him. I work with Lord Lucifer and King Paimon, and as I charged the tourmaline in a ritual, I asked for their permission and guidance regarding what I was about to do. Their guidance, I got. Their permission, I did not. Yet I still went on with the ritual, making it worse by asking for all that negative energy to return to that girl if she tried to hurt my friend again. I also did not cast a protection spell on myself.

When I finished, I was very drained. The next day, I got a terrible fever and headaches. It just got worse and worse until I decided to go to the doctor because I had coughed up blood. He told me I had been on the verge of getting pneumonia. It became harder and harder to get through my day. I felt very under the weather and did not really want to see anybody. When I finally began to feel better, I did a reading on myself and, indeed, I had been targeted by something and was just beginning to pull through. That would not have happened if I had stopped the ritual the moment I was told I did not have permission to proceed and if I had cast a protection spell on myself.

Yesterday, I finally cast a protection spell on myself and asked for permission from my patrons again. This time, I got it. So I went to Harry’s, did a reading on him, and confirmed what I had already told you guys: there is a spiritual attack on him. He is going to make it through, but I need to be a lot more careful. This time, I’m taking the time to protect myself before I do anything else, and then I can at least try to block the parasitic entity. I will do it slowly and carefully, making sure I’m protected too and making sure I get permission every time.

Luckily, Lisa is in Venezuela right now, and due to the earthquake, she cannot really come back at the moment. If she does, wish us good luck, please. That woman is a lot more dangerous than I thought.

Thank you to whoever took the time to read this.

EDIT: It's not that the entity is intimidated by poltergeists. Re reading my conversation with Emma and paying now more attention, what she was telling me was that Lisa told her that this parasite has only been intimidated before by forces that are poltergeist level. That makes a lot more sense.

My paternal grandpa died on march 5, 2024. He was 93 years old and although I have my own views on Heaven and Hell, I firmly believe he's one of the few people I know who ACTUALLY deserves Heaven and nothing bellow that.

He had been healthy all of his life and only his last weeks were full of pain and he had to be admitted into a emergency room.

The day after his passing, my family and I went to my aunt's house to make her company, since she was alone after grandpa died. And that afternoon, I went to his former room and fell asleep there. And I had the strangest dream and sensation.

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It was like I was awake, except I wasn't. Still in that same room, and trying to move and get up, but my limbs and body felt too heavy. Whenever I managed to raise an arm, my head or anything, it would immediately fall down again like iron. And my family looked at me like "there is nothing wrong here". And all that goddam time, there was a melody. It sounded like a music box with piano,and it was very unsettling. I knew I was asleep, but trying to move was futile.

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When I finally woke up I was drenched in sweat and feeling exhausted. I also had the terrible feeling that something was very, very wrong.

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A part of me thinks it was a dream. The other thinks that perhaps sleeping in my recently deceased grandpa's room was not my smartest idea lmao