Well, I myself have encountered Lucifer himself. King of Hell. And his power has touched me. The following non-fictional narrative is when I followed a spell. It involved the killing of an animal and a special conjuration.
I caught a bird outside my house, and I went inside. I made a circle of salt around myself. Upon the black table I had my hazel wand, the offering bowl, and the Idol.
I took one of the knives from the kitchen and slit open the bird's throat, I drained the blood in the offering bowl. Then I said the conjuration of lucifer.
Lucifer, Ouyar, Chameron, Aliseon, Mandousin, Premy, Oriet, Naydrus, Esmony, Eparinesont, Estiot, Dumosson, Danochar, Casmiel, Hayras, Fabelleronthon, Sodirnot, Peatham, come, Lucifer. Amen.
I waited for a while. And Lucifer appeared in full flesh before me. His hair was black and shoulder length long. He stood at least 6 feet, his eyes were COMPLETELY black, and his flesh was pale. I bowed before him and offered the blood, which he declined. I had a very nice conversation and before leaving, he gave me the ability of Satanic Prophecy. I have filled entire books full of spells and rituals. My message is that Lucifer isn't all bad, but he's both bad and good, almost human.
Sent in by Ouija, Copyright 2010
Friday, December 31, 2010
Killer Demon or Something that Needs Help?
When this happened I lived in Westland Michigan. It was a normal Sunday so far. My mom was asleep on the couch and it was about 3:20 pm. I don't remember but I know it was in the noon. I was near the bathroom door petting my cat and I felt something so I looked up I saw a figure walk from my moms bed room (No one else was there and my moms room is far from where she was.) It was a tall man I only saw his shadow. It seemed as if it were bald. My cat started hissing. I ran as fast as I could next to my mom. I woke her up and told her what happened... she didn't believe me. I was ten. I don't mess around with spirits so I wouldn't lie to her about it but she never believed me.
The next day I had no school. I stayed home alone because my mom had to go to work. I was still scared from what happened but I thought I was crazy and my mom told me it would be okay. I was looking at TV petting my cat again. One arm on her and one dangling and inch from the ground because I has laying down. I heard someone call my name and I felt a breeze go by my hand and my arm lifted up. All the windows were closed. I lifted up my arm more and put it back down and the breeze was gone. I was terrified I called my mom and waited out side. She still didn't believe me.
One week later I woke up from my sleep. Now this sounds stupid for some and I'm not lying. The blankets flew from my bed my arms flew behind me. My legs,arms and my neck were being grabbed. Something was choking me. My head flew side from side. I tried to scream but I couldn't. I said god in my head tons of times and it stopped. I knew it was a demon or some type of thing.
So I went to my older friend. She's about 40 but looks young and really nice. I didn't tell my mom but I told her. She said around my age it happened to her. She said, "It's a demon."
A month past and I was about to leave for California. In the morning around 1 am I was sweating really bad, I was crying I couldn't move. Something was looking at me with sad eyes. It was a younger cute man. He said "I'm sorry my dad hurt you, he just needs your help." I gave him and angry look and said,"one your dad almost killed and why would he need my help." I felt bad for yelling at him after awhile. Then he vanished. So I just stayed up and I was rocking back and forth.
I left for my flight and 2 weeks past. I was looking out the window I see 2 angry people in a my Aunts and a baby in the back seat. I whispered what do you want... So I ran up stairs in my room I was staying in. It followed me and something said in a shivery voice. "Wee neeeedd yourrr helllppp." So I ran down stairs again but I ran to my uncle he could tell I was scared.
Later I came back to Michigan. I took a picture and I looked at and I fainted. I woke up on my bed with my phone in my hand it was off. I turned it on and the picture popped up it was the one I took and a ghost was there. You could see it. She was so clear her face was as if she was going to kill me.
This time 2 months past I thought it was gone. I was walking down the hall and I saw a shadow behind me so I froze and the other one did to. And no it wasn't mine there was one and it looked like it had spiky hair. Then I thought of the younger cute man. Then I said "I didn't mean to yell at you a few months ago." I heard a mumbling so I just walked away slowly to my room. I saw him again but his face. Then we started to talk and so they left me alone.
I just moved in November 2010 to California and I still see some ghost but nothing crazy like that happened. Thank you for reading this. This was one of the most scariest things that happened in my life so far. But this was only half of the story contact me if you want to know more.
Sent in by Arteja, Copyright 2010
The next day I had no school. I stayed home alone because my mom had to go to work. I was still scared from what happened but I thought I was crazy and my mom told me it would be okay. I was looking at TV petting my cat again. One arm on her and one dangling and inch from the ground because I has laying down. I heard someone call my name and I felt a breeze go by my hand and my arm lifted up. All the windows were closed. I lifted up my arm more and put it back down and the breeze was gone. I was terrified I called my mom and waited out side. She still didn't believe me.
One week later I woke up from my sleep. Now this sounds stupid for some and I'm not lying. The blankets flew from my bed my arms flew behind me. My legs,arms and my neck were being grabbed. Something was choking me. My head flew side from side. I tried to scream but I couldn't. I said god in my head tons of times and it stopped. I knew it was a demon or some type of thing.
So I went to my older friend. She's about 40 but looks young and really nice. I didn't tell my mom but I told her. She said around my age it happened to her. She said, "It's a demon."
A month past and I was about to leave for California. In the morning around 1 am I was sweating really bad, I was crying I couldn't move. Something was looking at me with sad eyes. It was a younger cute man. He said "I'm sorry my dad hurt you, he just needs your help." I gave him and angry look and said,"one your dad almost killed and why would he need my help." I felt bad for yelling at him after awhile. Then he vanished. So I just stayed up and I was rocking back and forth.
I left for my flight and 2 weeks past. I was looking out the window I see 2 angry people in a my Aunts and a baby in the back seat. I whispered what do you want... So I ran up stairs in my room I was staying in. It followed me and something said in a shivery voice. "Wee neeeedd yourrr helllppp." So I ran down stairs again but I ran to my uncle he could tell I was scared.
Later I came back to Michigan. I took a picture and I looked at and I fainted. I woke up on my bed with my phone in my hand it was off. I turned it on and the picture popped up it was the one I took and a ghost was there. You could see it. She was so clear her face was as if she was going to kill me.
This time 2 months past I thought it was gone. I was walking down the hall and I saw a shadow behind me so I froze and the other one did to. And no it wasn't mine there was one and it looked like it had spiky hair. Then I thought of the younger cute man. Then I said "I didn't mean to yell at you a few months ago." I heard a mumbling so I just walked away slowly to my room. I saw him again but his face. Then we started to talk and so they left me alone.
I just moved in November 2010 to California and I still see some ghost but nothing crazy like that happened. Thank you for reading this. This was one of the most scariest things that happened in my life so far. But this was only half of the story contact me if you want to know more.
Sent in by Arteja, Copyright 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
How Vampire Stories Started
Transylvania never existed, however Romania does. They are famous for soccer and Vlad the Impaler. How did the stories start? It wasn't with Vlad Dracul. Many people in that region began to tell tales of people that would not decay in their graves while others would die. Thinking that people rose from the dead because they didn't decay, they thought they stalked people in the night killing. After so many people had died - people started digging up graves to see if zombies "vampyres" were the primary suspects.
Of course people back in the day didn't know about the stages of death and didn't know that some people decayed slower than others so rumors started - nails, hair, and skin pallor all fresh as if they just went to sleep. Vice versa, medicine wasn't high tech and some people were buried alive who died of asphyxiation or the box caved in from to much pressure.
Since then, if appearing "alive" while in the coffin - they would pronounce that person as a vampire, run a stake through their heart, nail the box shut and seal it with metal, ring bells, rebury the person and then hang garlic on the window sills. THEN came along Dracul, Vlad's father who bore Vlad Dracula.
Of course, there are tales around the world that also tell of stories of Zombified people almost similar to vampyres however most people were mistaken for dead and buried alive because of poor documentation and medical treatment.
Fangs, drinking blood, and the rest of it didn't come until Hollywood. Vampires were thought to be zombies that just killed people yes by blood, but then Hollywood played it up as strictly drinking blood and romanticized them.
Written by Katie, Copyright 2010
Of course people back in the day didn't know about the stages of death and didn't know that some people decayed slower than others so rumors started - nails, hair, and skin pallor all fresh as if they just went to sleep. Vice versa, medicine wasn't high tech and some people were buried alive who died of asphyxiation or the box caved in from to much pressure.
Since then, if appearing "alive" while in the coffin - they would pronounce that person as a vampire, run a stake through their heart, nail the box shut and seal it with metal, ring bells, rebury the person and then hang garlic on the window sills. THEN came along Dracul, Vlad's father who bore Vlad Dracula.
Of course, there are tales around the world that also tell of stories of Zombified people almost similar to vampyres however most people were mistaken for dead and buried alive because of poor documentation and medical treatment.
Fangs, drinking blood, and the rest of it didn't come until Hollywood. Vampires were thought to be zombies that just killed people yes by blood, but then Hollywood played it up as strictly drinking blood and romanticized them.
Written by Katie, Copyright 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
The Terrifying Deadly Sleepover
Right, This is How it Starts...
There were two girls and they were best friends there names were Emily and Katrina they always had sleepovers and sat together in school.
One Time at there Sleepover Emily Asked her mum if they could sleep in the tent outside her mum said yes and they were really excited! Emily's dad put up the tent while Katrina And Emily got everything ready, food, games, drinks ETC. When the tent was up, they took all the stuff in and snuggled down to go to sleep. But they weren't tired, they played some board games and talked but then they decided to tell ghost stories, Katrina told the most scariest one. Soon enough Emily needed the lavatory, she told Katrina she would be like two seconds, not literally. While Emily was gone Katrina thought about the story she had told Emily, she had scared herself, as it was about a weird mental person who escaped from the hospital,from the psycho ward, his name was Johnny, when he escaped he murdered twelve women 5 children and 3 babies, with his sledge hammer and knife he stored under his bed in the hospital, the nurses never found it, he was lucky. Katrina soon drifted off to sleep thinking about this story, as Emily was taking a while...
the next morning Katrina woke up in disbelief Because Emily wasn't in the tent, there were two compartments so she zipped hers down and went too look in the other, but Emily was not in that one either, had she not returned to the tent last night? did she get scared? Katrina Thought. She quickly got dressed and had a sip of the lemonade that was under the covers! After she stumbled outside to see if Emily was inside the house. She checked downstairs but Emily was no where to be seen, she clambered up the stairs and went into Emily's room but Emily wasn't there, she checked in the bathroom but she wasn't there either. She knocked on her mum and dads bedroom door and asked if she was sleeping in bed with her mum or if her mum had seen her last night! but her mum replied ''wasn't she in the tent with you?'' Katrina said ''she was in the tent but then she said she needed the toilet! I fell asleep then woke up this morning and she wasn't there, I've checked all the room's and the compartments in the tent but she is not there!''
they searched and searched but they couldn't find Emily anywhere, 'she must have ran off somewhere! ill call the police' said her mum! her dad checked the tent again then stated taking it down , Katrina and Emily's mum were talking about Emily, when they heard a scream coming from the back garden they both ran out and Emily's dad was standing there crying and screaming as they all stared in disbelief at Emily's Tore, Smashed and Cut up body behind the tent. The police arrived and they showed him the dissembled body, the police replied ' I think I know who it was, a man from a hospital escaped from a mental ward last night, He was carrying a sledge hammer and a knife, we didn't track him down, it was only from the hospital across the road though, I think it was him, I'm sorry, he is going to be killed when we find him! don't worry.' Emily's Mum had a heart attack a few days later and died, being buried next to her daughter, while Katrina lay at night thinking about that night that Emily Was smashed up and put behind the tent, Lying Right next to her head.
So, did Katrina's made up ghost story come true? Well we don't know, we never got to question Katrina as she died a year later being slashed, smashed and hung on the washing line of her house, by the same man! So he didn't die... or did he?
Sent in by LauraNSoph, Copyright 2010
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There were two girls and they were best friends there names were Emily and Katrina they always had sleepovers and sat together in school.
One Time at there Sleepover Emily Asked her mum if they could sleep in the tent outside her mum said yes and they were really excited! Emily's dad put up the tent while Katrina And Emily got everything ready, food, games, drinks ETC. When the tent was up, they took all the stuff in and snuggled down to go to sleep. But they weren't tired, they played some board games and talked but then they decided to tell ghost stories, Katrina told the most scariest one. Soon enough Emily needed the lavatory, she told Katrina she would be like two seconds, not literally. While Emily was gone Katrina thought about the story she had told Emily, she had scared herself, as it was about a weird mental person who escaped from the hospital,from the psycho ward, his name was Johnny, when he escaped he murdered twelve women 5 children and 3 babies, with his sledge hammer and knife he stored under his bed in the hospital, the nurses never found it, he was lucky. Katrina soon drifted off to sleep thinking about this story, as Emily was taking a while...
the next morning Katrina woke up in disbelief Because Emily wasn't in the tent, there were two compartments so she zipped hers down and went too look in the other, but Emily was not in that one either, had she not returned to the tent last night? did she get scared? Katrina Thought. She quickly got dressed and had a sip of the lemonade that was under the covers! After she stumbled outside to see if Emily was inside the house. She checked downstairs but Emily was no where to be seen, she clambered up the stairs and went into Emily's room but Emily wasn't there, she checked in the bathroom but she wasn't there either. She knocked on her mum and dads bedroom door and asked if she was sleeping in bed with her mum or if her mum had seen her last night! but her mum replied ''wasn't she in the tent with you?'' Katrina said ''she was in the tent but then she said she needed the toilet! I fell asleep then woke up this morning and she wasn't there, I've checked all the room's and the compartments in the tent but she is not there!''
they searched and searched but they couldn't find Emily anywhere, 'she must have ran off somewhere! ill call the police' said her mum! her dad checked the tent again then stated taking it down , Katrina and Emily's mum were talking about Emily, when they heard a scream coming from the back garden they both ran out and Emily's dad was standing there crying and screaming as they all stared in disbelief at Emily's Tore, Smashed and Cut up body behind the tent. The police arrived and they showed him the dissembled body, the police replied ' I think I know who it was, a man from a hospital escaped from a mental ward last night, He was carrying a sledge hammer and a knife, we didn't track him down, it was only from the hospital across the road though, I think it was him, I'm sorry, he is going to be killed when we find him! don't worry.' Emily's Mum had a heart attack a few days later and died, being buried next to her daughter, while Katrina lay at night thinking about that night that Emily Was smashed up and put behind the tent, Lying Right next to her head.
So, did Katrina's made up ghost story come true? Well we don't know, we never got to question Katrina as she died a year later being slashed, smashed and hung on the washing line of her house, by the same man! So he didn't die... or did he?
Sent in by LauraNSoph, Copyright 2010
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Friday, December 17, 2010
Doll Comes to Life at Night
My little sister's 7th birthday is today and we went to Wal-Mart to go shopping for her. My parents were doing something else so they gave me money and I went to buy a present. I was strolling through the girl toys when I found this baby doll. She had a white bonnet on with pink pajamas. It was a special sales day, so I decided to buy it. There were a lot of other girl things but my sister is really into dolls. So I bought the doll and I took it home and wrapped it. My parents were home because they were planning a special surprise party for her.
So my sister came home from her friends house at around 6:00 and we had cake and ice cream then we opened presents. Her last present was mine. She opened it and gasped, and she hugged me and said she will take good care of it. Well, she never departed from it. She carried it wherever she went. She even took it to school and let it sit on her desk. Every night I hear her talking to it, like she has a special relationship with it that she made up. She falls asleep at about 10:00 every night. This is when the weird stuff starts happening.
My sister put the doll in her doll's crib, but when she woke up, the doll wasn't in the crib and she was on her desk. She got mad at ME because she thought I moved her. But I said I never went into her room. So she just took the doll and went downstairs.
The next night, I heard her in her room moaning and groaning because she was uncomfy. (Our rooms are right next door) when she woke up, she was IN the doll crib and the doll was on the desk again. She hopped out and put the doll in her crib and said, "You have to stay in there for the night!" That was the first time she left her doll there. The next night we all woke up to a beeping sound. There was smoke EVERYWHERE. Me and my sister ran downstairs and my dad was putting out a stove fire. We were cleaning up when we found, the doll in the remains of the fire. It had lost its paint, its eyes, and its arm melted off. My sister started crying because she really loved her doll and it was like a sister to her. So we threw the doll out. My sister then bought a new doll. She named it Emily again. She made up an even better relationship with her new doll then the other one. Well, the other doll must have gotten mad, because when she woke up, the burned doll was in the crib, and her good new one was missing.
So after this weirdness, my sister lost interest in dolls. She is now 14. But in the attic there is still the burnt doll. Every night upstairs we hear like light footsteps and voices. We rarely go up in the attic anymore but she will never forget her 7th birthday.
Sent in by Danny (Storm), Copyright 2010
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So my sister came home from her friends house at around 6:00 and we had cake and ice cream then we opened presents. Her last present was mine. She opened it and gasped, and she hugged me and said she will take good care of it. Well, she never departed from it. She carried it wherever she went. She even took it to school and let it sit on her desk. Every night I hear her talking to it, like she has a special relationship with it that she made up. She falls asleep at about 10:00 every night. This is when the weird stuff starts happening.
My sister put the doll in her doll's crib, but when she woke up, the doll wasn't in the crib and she was on her desk. She got mad at ME because she thought I moved her. But I said I never went into her room. So she just took the doll and went downstairs.
The next night, I heard her in her room moaning and groaning because she was uncomfy. (Our rooms are right next door) when she woke up, she was IN the doll crib and the doll was on the desk again. She hopped out and put the doll in her crib and said, "You have to stay in there for the night!" That was the first time she left her doll there. The next night we all woke up to a beeping sound. There was smoke EVERYWHERE. Me and my sister ran downstairs and my dad was putting out a stove fire. We were cleaning up when we found, the doll in the remains of the fire. It had lost its paint, its eyes, and its arm melted off. My sister started crying because she really loved her doll and it was like a sister to her. So we threw the doll out. My sister then bought a new doll. She named it Emily again. She made up an even better relationship with her new doll then the other one. Well, the other doll must have gotten mad, because when she woke up, the burned doll was in the crib, and her good new one was missing.
So after this weirdness, my sister lost interest in dolls. She is now 14. But in the attic there is still the burnt doll. Every night upstairs we hear like light footsteps and voices. We rarely go up in the attic anymore but she will never forget her 7th birthday.
Sent in by Danny (Storm), Copyright 2010
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