DarkScreen
05-12-2008, 12:46 PM
The one aspect of horror that is within reach of all of us is the supernatural. Believe or not , they (spirits) exist. The question is to what extent do you invite or reject these forces in life. Sometimes there are consequences that are created which can be harmful.
For example, my father left my mother for another women when I was about nine. As if this was not bad enough, the woman he chose was into the black arts. Better known in the hispanic community as santeria. Evil stuff. - This woman manipulated the soul of a man who died, not doing anything good in life if you know what I mean. He was in limbo. Yet he was influenced to seek us out (me, my mother and two brothers) to do us harm.
My mom is the most strong and sane woman I know. She had to be in order to raise three boys on her own, but she saw this spirit on three separate occasions. During that time our five year old parrot (Pepe) died. Choked to death right in front of us. My brother kept tripping in the same area of the living room and hitting his head on the same corner of the end table. And during one christmas, the tree kept getting knocked over. Long story short, it was not until she confronted this thing and prayed for it that it ended. He/ it did not seem to know that it was causing harm and being used to do so. It ended there but I remember.
For example, my father left my mother for another women when I was about nine. As if this was not bad enough, the woman he chose was into the black arts. Better known in the hispanic community as santeria. Evil stuff. - This woman manipulated the soul of a man who died, not doing anything good in life if you know what I mean. He was in limbo. Yet he was influenced to seek us out (me, my mother and two brothers) to do us harm.
My mom is the most strong and sane woman I know. She had to be in order to raise three boys on her own, but she saw this spirit on three separate occasions. During that time our five year old parrot (Pepe) died. Choked to death right in front of us. My brother kept tripping in the same area of the living room and hitting his head on the same corner of the end table. And during one christmas, the tree kept getting knocked over. Long story short, it was not until she confronted this thing and prayed for it that it ended. He/ it did not seem to know that it was causing harm and being used to do so. It ended there but I remember.