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Help Someone is Using Black Magic on Me

My name is Omer. I turned 37 this year. My sex is male. Here is my problem. Can you please help me get rid of this evil thing?

Someone is doing black magic on me using demons for 4 years. I lost work, got debts, had fights with wife, went through divorce, lost health, remained on bed for 9 months. Doctors were unable to treat me. When it got worst the evil thing asked me to go away from home.

I went away wandering in different places I can’t even remember. Crows and vultures started attacking me, my heart felt like stopping with pressure, needles pinching all over body. I was about to DIE. I was found by a shop owner when he saw my picture in newspaper under missing persons ad. He phoned my father who traveled to bring me back.

After 6 months in bed I was able to talk normal but I never went out of home …

September 12th, 2010 by CareTaker 

The Demon at My Door

I come from a small West Texas town. In our community there is a strong belief in “curanderas” and “santeria”.

When I was about 7 years old we resided in a trailer with my mother, my heroin addicted father, and my younger brother. My father’s habit caused him to be violent towards my mother which seemed to go on every night. This particular night my father beat my mother pretty badly, but she refused to call the police or even call an ambulance. I heard her loud sobbing that night and attempted to comfort her but she sent me to my room, and my father threatened to punish me if I went back into her room.

I went to bed on the top bunk while my brother slept on the bottom bunk. There was a door that led to the bathroom, and my mother always left the light on so that we may see where we were going in case …

August 14th, 2009 by CareTaker