u/Queasy-Butterfly5021

I really want to learn and practice spellcrafts? Any good books to start with? And legit ones too not those that read like social media post captions I have seen in stores. Thanks.

I’ve just been house bound the last few months recovering from an accident. I’m bored and there’s only enough movies and series to watch.

So I started talking to ChatGPT (free of course because fuck AI blah blah) on random stuff. And I asked it to make up some movie scripts where a character would say some incantation in latin to summon a demon, a spirit, an entity or whatever. Make some scary sounding latin phrases movies would put in these possession movies. And I read all of them out loud for fun. I showed my husband, we laughed and both tried to read them out loud, rolling the R’s and what not.

Since then there’s been weird stuff I can’t write off as coincidences after a while.

We have a touch switch for the kitchen top lights. Basically a button placed flat in the corner where 2 cabinets met, and we just touch it to turn the lights on or off. The first time it turned off on its own while both me and my husband are across the room from it we both laughed it off. Until it keeps turning off on its own multiple times. We asked the electrician to have a look. Nothing was wrong. What keeps touching it to switch off the kitchen top lights?

Stains started appearing on different spots on the ceiling of our flat. In the bedroom above our bed, in my husband’s work room above his desk. We asked maintenance to come in and they said there was no leakage from anywhere for water to seep in to cause stains. But we kept looking at them grow larger. Today I saw a new spot in the living room. They all started small, like a hand print, then grew larger in random shapes in brownish reddish colours.

Yesterday we were watching Netflix and the doorbell rang. Before either of us moved the show paused on its own. Neither of us touched the remote. It wasn’t the “Are you still watching?” pause. It just paused. We went to answer the door, there wasn’t anyone there. We checked the doorbell cam. There wasn’t anyone there when the doorbell rang.

I started hearing muffled conversations and things being banged about coming from the next door neighbours. They used to fight a lot so it wasn’t anything I was not used to. My bathroom is next to their living room so I heard them fight all the time whenever I would take a bath. But they had moved out, we both helped when they moved out months ago. We know that flat is vacant. I called my husband in the bathroom one of the times I heard the noises. We listened for a bit. I couldn’t hear anything other than voices going back and forth and things being thrown about. We looked at each other. I shrugged. Then he asked me “Doesn’t it sound like our voices a bit?”. I really couldn’t tell.

We talked about the occurrences before bed sometimes. We joked about it even. I think the stain above our bed looks like a caterpillar while the one above his desk looks like a malformed penis. He called the dream me his dream wife because apparently we never bicker and “she” never talks back. We called out if the “ghost” could help turn off the hallway light while we’re already tucked in and too lazy to get up for it. But of course what lever it is it doesn’t work on our schedule or beck and call.

We started having bad sleep, but work has been intense and we stayed up late joking about the “touch light ghost” too often. One morning we were making coffee and my husband casually mentioned the dream he had. He said he dreamt that we were snuggling in bed and having a full conversation about having a kid, about me being pregnant, our future plans etc. And then he woke up and I was still sleeping and he realised he was dreaming. “One of those lucid dreams that was so real you know?” He said casually pouring the coffee, and I just felt chill about all this for the first time. Because he just described exactly the dream I had, only that when I woke up he was the one still sleeping.

We laugh about it, even told friends we might have “something” living with us, to keep me company while I’m house bound. For months we watched and laughed together. Lights turning on and off. Frames falling off even though the nail is on and intact. Ruffling noises we’re not sure coming from our living room or the vacant flat next door whenever we’re about to sleep. Similar voices like his or mine echoing late in the night when we woke up from those half real half sleep dreams.

Nothing too malicious or evil. Just inconveniences where we have to turn lights back on, the TV shifts channels or shows without us touching it, noises at night. The only thing I dislike really is the identical lucid vivid dreams we both kept having but waling up to see the other person still asleep.

Then I started feeling ill, worse off than I already was. And I was supposed to be in recovery from a minor incident. I went for a checkup this morning. They told me I am 2 months pregnant. We have not had sex because I was injured for the last 3 months.

I went back into the chat history to see what the hell was the incantations I read out loud for jest. Which one I read and which one I asked my husband to read with me. I went back to the conversation. The chat was still there. Every message I’d sent was intact. But every reply it gave me had been replaced with the same sentence : This content is no longer available.

So I’m not sure what we did or said or called out to if anything at all. But I’m growing something inside my body and it is not a child conceived by the two of us that I am certain.