My father died five months ago from cancer or… From an African medium that I was speaking on the phone. I was telling Faru (that’s the name of the African witch) that my father was a neurotic person that made me anxious and sad. In a moment of stress when I had a fight with my father, I told Faru that I want him to die. And he died two months later not only from cancer but he was diagnosed with not having oxygen (he couldn’t breathe, he was suffering and begging for euthanasia). The truth is that the last years he wanted to die. He was miserable and telling me and my brother that he wanted to be buried in the village outside where he was born.
I won’t discuss in this story who is responsible for his death or what are my feelings but about the paranormal part. So, 6 o’clock in the morning I was sleeping with my mother and my brother was at the hospital with my father when he died and immediately my brother called me on my phone to tell me to cover the mirrors (this is another issue that the soul of a dead person can be prisoner in the mirror). I covered the mirrors in seconds and in minutes I felt my father’s soul or aura or something and I vomited twice.
I was seeing him not like a ghost but for seconds he could appear to me. When I was throwing in the garbage his clothes, a person in a car took his form. He was appearing to me like that the first week. Another time I was home after we visited his grave and when I went to my bedroom there was a weird strange matrix smell. After that, I started to cement and greengrocer if that is the correct word.
That and the candles didn’t do much cause one day after I took my bath I saw my right breast and there was a white hair going out of my skin. Like it was from my father’s hair. So can I be haunted? This terrified me. I was very annoyed by that. I pull out a white hair from my tits? What’s the meaning of that?
Is his soul not rested? I have the hope that his soul is rested because at the forty days (40 days after his death) we have a memorial- a meeting at a cafe so there was a butterfly. I am sure the butterfly was my father’s soul. This is another issue if you listen to the song of him by Ville Valo “wings of a butterfly”. I wanted to take the butterfly and rip out the wings as the song if you listen and understand the meaning. But I did not.
Thanks for reading and I will read the comments and I will try to participate in the discussion.
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A few months ago even before the experience with my own doppelganger (and yes I am still alive), I had sleep paralysis -it was dark of course in my room and I didn’t wear my glasses- I could see two hands moving slowly behind the curtain next to the shutters. They were like female hands. I was so afraid when I woke up that for the next days I was sleeping with the lights on. This entity is still here today because something happened a few days ago I don’t know how to describe it.
I should mention that I have sleep paralysis a bit often and I want also to share something else. I opened my eyes in sleep paralysis and next to me was someone an entity that would lie down with me. It looked like a friend of my brother that for a while I would go out with him for drinks and something more. Anyway, what makes me an impression is that he had his eyes closed, he would move next to me or change position but he had his eyes closed on purpose. With this experience, I wasn’t afraid. Ι don’t want to go out of topic but some years ago I still remember another sleep paralysis but that time not only I wasn’t afraid – I was so excited and happy – because next to me was lying in the bed with me a beautiful man but with his back on me. I couldn’t see his face but his hair was a blond like orange color and very muscular body. I fell in love but it was only this experience of few seconds and after that nothing else -I was wishing he was real and I could meet him somewhere.
Anyway, back to the topic that makes me afraid now. I mentioned it’s difficult to describe it cause the second time that I was sure something it’s behind the curtain I was alone in my room sitting on my desk with my back on the curtain. Then I heard a heavy breathing near my ear. So this entity was what? Did I make him or her high? What should I do? I don’t know. At least I have the cat that gives me some feeling of safety when she sleeps in my room. I know the cat cannot protect me but also I can’t speak about that to my brother-mother-father. Two times I was close to the psychiatric clinic.
I am also hearing on youtube prayers against magic-for good energy – but I am still a bit afraid. I need some advice here, please.
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recently, before three months, I saw my own doppelganger first at the mirror. It was looking like me, same glasses and hair. This night I have done my hair different from usual and I rarely wear my glasses. That night I was looking different from my everyday look. And I was really in a good mood after I took a bath and caring myself in my little apartment where I live alone. I saw the doppelganger in the little mirror behind me and I am wondering what should I do to make the bad luck go away. Maybe break the mirror or something.
I knew it was bad luck and is an omen of death. I knew it was bad luck cause I searched it years ago after I saw my mother’s doppelganger. But nothing really bad happened and my mother is fine.
I should mention the experiences of my mother. When I was a student, 14 years ago, my parents visited me after I called them because something bad happened to me. So my parents and I were in the kitchen eating and then I saw my mother’s double demon walking the hall outside the kitchen. This time I didn’t know what it was and after some 8 years, I saw it again and then I searched for it. Nothing bad happened, no one died and everything is well.
I need help and advice about my double demon that I saw it again a few days ago standing in my room but it was like fading like an aura. I am mentioning that bad things happened again before the paranormal experience. I was living with my boyfriend and it only lasted one month. And then here it comes the doppelganger. Should I be afraid? Is it wrong to live alone in case the demon comes again? I am thinking of leaving this place.
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My story is located in my village in Thessalia area about 20 years ago when I and my 2 cousins went to the cemetery to lit a candle to their father’s bones. In Greece we have a storage in the cemetery (which I don’t know how they call it in English) where we keep, if we want, the bones of the dead people, so someone can go and lit candles, what we went too far. While one of my cousins and I were inside the storage in order to lit up our candles suddenly the door closed with a terrible noise. (I want to say that it was a sunny and without wind day and that the storage’s door opened to the interior of the room). Our candles are blown away and we stood in the dark without seeing anything. We were terrified and we tried to open the door which looked stuck. We both tried to open it but we couldn’t.
Eventually, with a lot of effort from both of us and the help of my other cousin that was standing outside also petrified, opened. After that,t we ran like the wind to my home and we told our parents, whom of course didn’t believe us, the story and we never went to that room again. I don’t know what was it but until now I am too scared to go alone or with a company in there and its a place that always give me the creeps. The most important is that my cousin that was inside with me that day, died a few years later aτ the age of seventeen of meningitis. I don’t know if that was coincidence but I can’t stop thinking that maybe it was a message from her father in order to warn her about her being in danger.
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I would like to tell shortly what things happened to our house when we had just started to live in it. Every day the light bulbs from the lights were exploding, so we called an electrician, but he told that everything is fine and he couldn’t explain it. One vase of crystal cracked vertically in the middle like someone cut it with a laser.
Everyday my parents were hearing noises behind their bed like nails scratching the floor. They dragged it to search but they didn’t find anything. Television in the living room was switching on by itself, also the VCR. My mum removed the plug and they were still working.
We heard twice a creepy sound of nails dragging on the balcony bar and often we were hearing whispers and footsteps in the house, but we didn’t see anything. These things lasted 4 months, then they suddenly stopped. They were occurring only at night.
After 13 years, we bought a kind of big car with batteries and music for my little sister to get in and play. For two nights, its music suddenly turned on, although the switch was off. One night my mum woke up and saw the small ornament on her bedside cabinet moving like an earthquake was happening, which there wasn’t. VCR again was opening itself, lights on the balcony were turning on themselves and one night she woke up because she felt like someone was walking in the living room and, after 30 seconds my sister also woke up (she was sleeping with her that night) and suddenly hugged mum and told her that someone is in the living room. She was really scared.
Ten days later, my mum felt a good presence inside the house following her everywhere. She was feeling that someone is next to her all the time. After that all the other things stopped.
Seven months ago she felt again this good presence around midday and she felt like someone was touching her toes while she was laying. Another time she felt the touch at her back. She didn’t scare, instead, she felt a joy