/x/ - Paranormal

in the next months, I started feeling nauseous but not all the time, at first it was just one or two days every fifteen days or so, it was annoying but since I could still go out and work and have a relatively normal life, I ignored it.

Then, it started to be much more frequent, three days of a week I felt like a pregnant woman in her first months but only by night, when there was sunlight I felt normal and perfectly fine but as soon as the sun went down, I couldn't touch the food and would feel awful if I so much as took a bite of anything. It worried me so I went to the doctor and he gave me some pills and told me to drink more water, the treatment worked for a while and I thought that was the end of it.

Then, December rolled in and shit started to get worse and worse, I lost a fuckton of weight (I was pretty fat back then) and, even though I went from doctor to doctor, no one could find anything wrong with me

This continued like this until February, when all hell broke lose. It was the first weekend and it was fucking freezing and saturday and sunday were day were I could absolutely not stand the food at all, I didn't eat anything and barely drank water. The following week was absolute hell, I had to go to work and I always took the bus but, since this shit started, I could no longer get in it without feeling like I was about to throw up every five minutes so I had to go walking all the way there and, even though it was relatively close to my house, walking in the state I was in was like walking from coast to coast of the US.

By March, I could barely stand some days and I had to skip work almost whole weeks because I couldn't get on the bus and I was too weak to make the trip on foot, I had to quit my job and things just got worse

After a while, we visited several doctors but not a single one could find anything wrong with me. They did all the kinds of tests you can think of (well, maybe not all but almost) and I was always completely fine, so they started to believe I was anorexic and one even tested me to prove that I was but he was wrong and absolutely shocked he was wrong.

By April I could no longer get up from bed. My mother had to get me up and drag me everywhere because I wasn't aware of anything, I was a fucking zombie and most of what I remember from that period of time is foggy and full of holes. I even spent a whole week without food OR water because I could stomach even looking at them.

I was practically dead when my grandfather suggested we go to what you could call a witch doctor and, since mom was desperate for anything that could help me because she could see I would kick the bucket if we waited any longer, she agreed and dragged me again into the car and to the place.

This is where all the paranormal stuff began.

Let's here some spooky stuff.

>>23377

*hear fuck

The suspense is killing me

>>23381

Suck my dicko

i guess we will never hear the second part of the story

dear OP whatever happened to you, may you rest in peace

>>23390

That's gay

>>23404

that's homophobic

Sorry guys, it was a pretty rough weekend and I had to work today so I could update until now

>>23362

uh, ok?

>>23400

almost but not yet, I survived the night

once we got there, we had to wait a bit since there where people inside his office and I was restless because I felt ill and weak and I thought I'd throw up and pass out. Thankfully, it didn't take too long and he received us and asked what was wrong. Mom was the one to speak since, like I said, I could barely walk on my own, much less talk properly to people without spacing out.

He told us he was gonna do a tarot reading and we agreed. He started shuffling them and told me to make three piles. After a while, he started reading them and told us it was a work of black magic and that it was directed to someone else but, since I had wanted to protect my family, I took it for that person instead. He asked mom to go and buy bottled water, paper towels and tin foil? I think that's what you call it and we waited again until he received other clients

We waited even longer and, when he finally called us back into his office, I was feeling half dead.

He took a big glass goblet and poured some water in it and the blessed it, then ripped a piece of tin foil and gave it to me and told me to put in front of me on the desk. Then told my mom to take the goblet and told us to help him pray and that, while we all did that, mom would have to pour the water over my hands and I would have to "wash" them, making sure to do so over the piece of tin foil.

When we were done doing that, he told me to fold it in two and hold it between my hands for as long as I could while we prayed again. I was wondering what he meant by that but since the praying started again, I couldn't ask.

The tin foil started to get warm, much warmer than my body warmth could make it and soon it started to get really hot, to the point where I gasped and had to drop it. When it hit the desk, it was sizzling, like it had been over the fire for a while. The guy dragged it towards him with a pen, making sure not to touch it and, when he opened it, it was full of something that looked like ashes and what he called "black salt", a combination of bones and graveyard dirt, according to him and several people we've consulted since then.

He told me that, whoever had done that work, wanted me to suffer as much as possible and then wanted to see me dead.

He asked us to meet him again in a week and to bring orange juice and some other stuff I can't remember and an antibiotics pill and told me to put three sheets of paper under my bed, wrapped in more tin foil and after that, we went home.

>>23410

when we met him again, he took one of the sheets, turn the lights off, took three blessed candles and lit them, making a triangle with them and told us to pray while he started moving the sheet over the candle fire and, as he was doing so, something like writing started to appear all over it.

When he was finished, he gave the paper to me and told me to read it. It said that I had three "satanic" worms in my stomach and that I needed to get rid of them or I would die, then, there was a weird drawing of what looked like a worm and, at the bottom of the note, a drawing of a coffin and fifteen crosses. He told us that the coffin represented me and the crosses where members of my family and that meant that, even if I died, it would not stop with me, it would just kill the next family member until there was no one left. He then took the orange juice and added the stuff he had asked us to bring along with it and blessed the antibiotics pill and told me to swallow it. The instructions were that I had to drink a glass of the orange juice every hour or half hour, whichever I preferred or could stand, every time saying "in the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit" and, every time I needed to go to the bathroom, I would have to make sure those things got out of my body. He gave me a bottle wrapped in tin foil and full of alcohol and told me that I had to take the worms when they came out of my body and put them in the bottle, looking at them as little as possible and that my room should be completely dark, the only light I could keep was that of two candles. He told me to call him should anything happen and we went home and prepared everything.

>>23411

I spent the whole night drinking the juice and feeling like I was about to die, I felt weaker than I'd ever felt before and I wondered if I would survive the night, my family was terrified and ever fifteen minutes or so they would check on me, to see if I was still among the living.

That night, nothing happened and I fell asleep and woke up pretty late the next day. The next time I had to use the bathroom, that's when it happened. There they were, two black things, wrapped around themselves and, when I lifted one, it unfolded and I could finally see it. It did look like a worm, 5.9 inches long or so, completely black, with no head or anything that indicated it had a head and soft. It didn't move and I admit I looked at them way more than I should have. I put both of those things in the bottle the guy gave me and when I came out of my room, mom was just outside and she said "did it happen?" I was surprised and asked her how she knew and she told me she had a dream where she asked the same question and I replied that yes, it was done and the she tried entering my room and, as soon as she stepped inside, she started to faint but I dragged her outside and told her to not to enter because it was too much for her, then she woke up and that's when I came out. It was pretty freaky and, as soon as those things were out of me, I immediately started feeling much better. I started to eat much more than I had in months, I could drink more water and I could walk, talk and pretty much act like a normal person, I still was pretty nauseous and weak but I was going to live much longer, that was for sure.

Two days later we went back to the guy's office and he closed the curtains and lit some candles, took the bottle, put a big cross over the lid and started praying then told us it was finally safe to look at them when he was done and ripped the tinfoil from the bottle. Mom was speechless because she hadn't seen them until the and was horrified at what she was looking.

The guy then asked us if I or someone else had had any weird dreams, all while looking at his cellphone and barely paying attention to us. Mom told him she had and he nodded, still mostly ignoring us but, as soon as I started telling him about the dream, he stopped looking at this phone, looked at my mom, then at me and the at her again and asked "she dragged you out?" when mom said yes, he went quiet again and looked at us as we had told him a really bad joke, then walked into another room and said nothing more about that and didn't bring it up again.

I'll continue tomorrow if anyone is still interested

>>23414

pls continue, it's intriguing