People say: "Fear has big eyes." As soon as a suspicious person finds a lining at home, he immediately panics. Life goes downhill. No, no one claims that witches and black magicians are incapable of casting a curse. Nevertheless, in most cases, we ourselves are to blame.
Damn it. Eyewitness Anastasia
This happened to me in 2012 when I was 19 years old. For the summer holidays, distant relatives from the Odessa region invited me to visit. Of course, I could not resist such a cool offer. Clean air, sea, new acquaintances, and almost free. I arrived at the end of June right after the session and planned to stay here until the end of the summer.
When you are constantly on the seashore, such a rest quickly gets boring. I found new friends, these were local guys and girls, and gradually I joined the company, and then the rest in the ancient ceased to seem so boring to me.
Most of all, I became friends with Vadim. On Saturday, our company gathered at a local disco, I promised Vadim that I would drop in for him in the evening, and we would go to the club together.
At exactly nine in the evening, I knocked on the door of the house where my new friend lived. The door was opened by his mother - a formidable dark-haired woman, a typical witch. She looked at me so that I almost fainted. "Just try to get my boy crazy … damn it," she told me. A second later, Vadim appeared ready for the night's fun, and we went to the disco.
I decided not to ask Vadim about his mother's behavior, moreover, I was not going to start a relationship with him, we were just friends. Nevertheless, I was scared, very scared.
Promotional video:
Third-rate pop from wheezing speakers, a dance floor from Soviet parquet and a few spinning colored balls - this is how the village disco looked like.
During the next dance, I felt uncomfortable, and I ran out into the street to get some fresh air. It was very dark, only faded rays of light made their way from the club, which barely illuminated the street. At that moment, I had the feeling that someone was watching me. There could be no robbers here, because I understood that this was not a city, but a small village where everyone knew each other well. I sat down on a bench and tried to calm down, but suddenly I heard sounds behind my back, as if someone was breathing heavily.
At first the breath was far away, then closer. And when the breath was heard very close, I turned around and saw a blurry black figure that was moving chaotically. I ran home.
At home, everyone was already asleep. I quietly moved to my room, changed my clothes and tried to sleep. I closed my eyes, but a terrible fear did not allow me to pass out. Sharply opening my eyes, I again saw a black figure …
I regained consciousness a few days later in the hospital. It turned out that then at night I grabbed a kitchen knife and thrust it into my stomach. Fortunately, Uncle Vasya, the owner of the house in which I lived, arrived in time and called an ambulance.
What then came over me, I do not know. What was this black figure and why did I stick a knife in myself? Was it a curse or did I instill it in myself?