I recently wrote a true story about Ghosts and Demons in My Life. Well this is about something even more dark and it is true I would not make this up. I’m just hoping someone might hear it and offer help.
When my mom was pregnant with me she used to live in Kim Kay apartments. Kay is my middle name. My mom and dad were coming back from the store and their car broke down mysteriously in the road. This black van came by to help but it wasn’t just a regular van or a regular guy. This van had a grim reaper painted on it. The van was black, the grim reaper was holding a sickle and the man looked like a devil worshipper. Perhaps he was possessed by a demon, I think he was. The reason I know so much detail is because my mom told me about it.
This is the first time I’m telling strangers about it but it seems to connect with what I’ve been suffering from. Its the only thing that makes sense. Anyway my mom was pregnant with me, the guy was helping my dad fix something. My mom went to help. She came out of the car and watched them, the man sprayed my mom with some type of weird spray and he laughed wickedly, she told me, and she inhaled some. I was in her stomach so it was like a poison. She told me I kicked as if it hurt me and he acted as if it was an accident.
After the car was fixed they went home. They went to bed and suddenly my mom woke up and she saw Satan in the corner of the room. She said it was real and I believe her. She was completely awake, it wasn’t a dream, fire was around him she said he came face to face with her and burned her head he suddenly laughed and said, “ha ha ha I got you now,” then she tried to scream and move to wake my dad but she couldn’t move. Finally he disappeared and my dad woke and said did you see that? She said yes and before she could tell him where he said, “I saw the devil in the corner of the room.”
They stayed up and drank coffee and talked about it. I truly believe that he was referring to me because the name of the apartments was my middle name and she was pregnant with me when she saw him. I think I’m special like a saint or something. The reason I think it was about me is because I have this strange powerful attraction to demon possessed boys. I have the gift of telling if someone is possessed or not and for some reason I don’t like any regular guys only if I feel like they’re possessed. I like them and I don’t mean just a little I mean I’m really attracted to them. All I can see is, I guess, the devil has a love spell on me to make me attracted to demons to try and win my soul. Does anyone know about this kind of thing if so please tell me what you think.
Written by Brittany Lott, Copyright 2009