Okay, before you guys freak saying “oh she’s so young, she doesn’t see anything” everyone says it cause I’m only 13. I’ve seen things since I was a kid. But when I was a kid I used to do witchcraft. I loved it, it gave me a thrill to see the wonders I was making. I hated myself for doing it.
My mom used to tell me not to do it, so I keep it down low. I stopped doing it after I got attacked one night by a “spirit” I would say. Though I saw nothing. I did a spell to summon a spirit who was supposed to give faith. I wont mention the name, not even over the internet. I’m too afraid to.
I was sitting in my room with the spell in front of me. I had to draw two of the same design that was printed on the paper, then summon him to come. I did it in front of my mirror, on the floor. So after I got done drawing it, I summoned him. Nothing happened so I chuckled. Then my drink fell over onto the floor, washing the chalk away. But I didn’t touch the drink ! It was at least 19 inches away from me on the floor. So I mopped it up, and saw a face in the water and Cola mixed together. I thought it was mine so I got closer to get a better look. It wasn’t mine. But a snake like creature? I would say so. I backed away shocked. I didn’t think it would work.
So after I got done cleaning up, I laid on my bed and turned my MP3 up as loud as it goes. My battery was fully charged, but then it cut off. The battery died. And I heard a whining noise under my bed. Like a dying cat.
Look here ! We had 2 cats die in our house, but we got rid of them all after the momma cat gave birth. The only animal in the house was our weak dog who was old, and sick. I checked on her and she was asleep. I looked outside to see if stray animals were around, but no. Finally I looked under my bed. And the same face was there. Deformed, and crying for help. I swear on this day ! I will never use that spell again, never say nor repeat it. Not even look at it. I ripped the page out and burned it.
Though I still do witchcraft, and I always will. Voodoo, and Hoodoo too. But never again, ever will I look at the man’s face again, but in my mind it’s forever scarred.
I will never do this spell again.
Sent in by Summer, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com