Let me start by saying that this story is absolutely true but I don’t remember everything in detail that happend. So at the time when this story took place in was between 10 and 11 years old. I lived in the countryside, near the mountains in a country in Europe.
I was attacked by an angel… well maybe not but it was definitely mimicking one… anyway it was during a ritual one afternoon were I was doing work on my chakra’s and I heard the weirdest thing… chimes… and yet there were none around but they were so incredibly clear as if they were just besides my head, so i continue and it happens again and again I look around to see nothing… then I hear a a high pitch squeal quickly racing up to me and my head explodes as if someone had struck a giant gong in my head… it was…disorienting, it was aimed directly at my 6th chakra… the chimes rang again but the second attack was substantially less powerful and felt more like a dull slap rather then an explosion, I still get this dull slaps every now and again, one of the more recent one’s almost ended in a possession, I heard the dull tone strike my aura and my eyes felt heavy, I started to fall into a deep trance rapidly but I pulled myself out of it and forced the entity out.
This story happened to me over the span of about 5 years, starting back in 1999 during my second year of middle school and ending near my 18th birthday. Before I begin, I’d like to apologize for the length of this story, as it really means a lot to me and I feel that I need to spend some time explaining all of the details. Now I’ve never been one to believe in ghosts and spirits and all that. Even now, I find it very hard to place my trust in the supposed paranormal encounters that I hear from time to time. However, these events that I’m about to share changed my life forever, and I will never think about life and death the same way again.
The story starts when I was 12 years old and attending 7th grade in Black Forest Colorado. I didn’t have many friends at the time because I was new to the area, and I was also a bit shy. I can’t even recall who I was friends with back then. However, I remember very clearly the day that I met her. She was a tall blonde girl who always had this sad and confused look in her eyes. Her name was Allie. I had seen her around the school before, and I knew that there was something a little off about her, like she had some kind of mental disability or something. Whenever I saw her she was always sitting somewhere by herself and drawing in her notebook.
People would make fun of her all the time because she was so quiet, like she literally never said a word to anyone. Ever. I actually thought that she might have been mute. It wasn’t until about half way through the semester when I noticed her standing near the school entrance, clutching her notebooks tightly to her chests, and looking as though she was about to cry. A few kids were holding up a picture that she had drawn, waving it around in the air while taunting her like a bunch of entitled assholes with nothing better to do than to humiliate this poor girl.