How many of us have heard stories about how people easily become victims of witches, and the victims themselves often say that being in a state of deep trance they did what they were ordered to do. Black magicians have many ways and rituals to gain complete control over other people.
And who among us would not want to have such power, because you can easily solve all your problems! Just do not waste your time, you can read spells, conduct rituals, take consultations from psychics-charlatans, if you were born mere mortals, you will never succeed, we have already written about this more than once. In a word, one born to crawl cannot fly!
And the difference between us, ordinary people, and real black magicians is that we initially consider suppressing the will of another person to be something bad, and many witches are sure that if the final goal is good, then any means are suitable to achieve it.
The Rose. Terrible eyewitness account of Peter
My name is Pyotr Kryukov, and this is my terrible confession. In September 2013, in a nightclub, I met an unearthly beauty girl. She introduced herself as Rose. I then thought that I was more fortunate than ever in my life, and that she likes guys who are overweight. My new friend looked amazing: a slender, proportional, as if sculpted by a sculptor, body with a magnificent bust - just an ancient goddess! The hair is black and the eyes are black and big like the Japanese anime artists love. There was something damn attractive about her.
We spent the whole night in the club together: chatting, dancing, drinking. Think what you want, but I fell head over heels in love with this girl from the first second. After the disco, we went to her. To tell you the truth, it wasn't even sex, but some kind of madness. Only during orgasm something seemed strange to me, she was on top, and I clearly saw her face, which for two or three seconds became wrinkled and green, like a dead old woman. Then I chalked it up to alcohol and moonlight.
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In the morning we woke up together. When I left, she said that this night was amazing, and would not mind repeating the feat one more time. She also took off a leather, black bracelet with some magic symbols and metal spikes from her hand. These are usually worn by goths and metalheads. Rose said that this will be a symbol of our eternal love, and I am obliged to wear this bracelet on my right hand. Although I prefer the classic style of clothing and often go to university in a suit, I put on a bracelet, although I realized that it looked stupid on me.
I didn't even have to call Rose myself. The next day, it was Monday, she found me herself. I left the university and saw her. In a black tight dress she looked stunning. She smiled at me and asked:
- Didn't you take off the bracelet?
- Of course not. You know, he looks pretty good with this suit,”I replied and kissed her on the lips. She allowed it, but very reluctantly. Rose was somewhat alarmed and nervous.
“I want to tell you something, and you’ll have to help me,” she said, took her smartphone out of her bag and gave it to me.
On the screen were crime reports for the last month.
“On August 19, on Gagarin Street, an 11-year-old girl was brutally raped with subsequent murder. The killer has not been found."
“On August 27, at 22 Chekhov Street, a family of five was shot with a shotgun in their own house. The culprit was not found."
I read it, returned the smartphone to Rose and looked at her. And her black eyes burned with some strange, incomprehensible fire, I felt the rage emanating from her and could not understand what was really happening.
- What's the matter with you, why did you let me read this? I asked.
“I know criminals,” she said simply, her black eyes flashing.
I didn't expect such a turn. She began to scare me.
- How do you know the killers? I asked.
“Don't be afraid, dear. Everything will be fine. Let's go.
And then something inexplicable happened. I followed her, silently, without objection, like a zombie. It seemed that something in my head was disconnected or switched.
I regained consciousness next to the mutilated corpse of some man in an unfamiliar apartment. I was covered in blood. Rose stood nearby and smiled. The girl was happy.
“He’s a pedophile rapist and murderer. You did a good deed, Petya!
Then she came up to me and kissed me so passionately that I just closed my eyes in pleasure. When I opened them, I found myself at home, in an armchair. Mom was sitting on the couch and watching some kind of show on TV. I was all wet because of a dreaming nightmare. He looked at his watch - it was ten o'clock in the evening.
- Why did you come home so late? The day before yesterday did not spend the night at home. Did a miracle happen and you finally got a girlfriend? Mom asked.
I am a reluctant killer. My terrible revelation
Blood, a brutally cut corpse of an unknown person, a dark apartment. This is a dream? If a dream, then it was very real, can there really be such a meat grinder in life?
“I don’t know,” I answered my mother. I got up and went to the bathroom.
“After all, if this were all true, then all my clothes should have been covered in blood,” I thought. But the clothes were perfectly clean. But something else alarmed me: where have I been all this time? Mom said I came back late.
The next day, I felt much better, and I tried to convince myself that it was a clouding of my mind. There was no murder, I dreamed it all. After the first pair, I connected my smartphone to the internet. And then the news: "Yesterday evening, in a rented apartment, a pedophile killer was found murdered, on whose account at least four murders."
Leaving the university, to my greatest horror, I saw Rose. She stood on the opposite side of the road and looked at me. Seeing her, I turned around and ran to the university. My friend Vanya Ogorodnikov stopped me and asked:
- Where are you flying? Forgot what?
- No, nothing, everything is fine - I answered calmly. - Can you walk me to the bus stop?
My friend was surprised, but it seemed that my pale appearance made an impression on him, and he agreed. We walked in silence, I looked around, afraid to see at least a glimpse of Rose. Several times I even screamed, which frightened Ivan. I well saw that he regretted that he agreed to cheat me.
Suddenly, someone from behind grabbed my hand and pulled me away from my friend. It was Rose.
- Where are you, dear? We have a lot of important things to do today,”she said and led me out. Just like the first time, I completely lost my will, my mind began to fill with a thick fog.
When I regained consciousness, I realized that I was in some kind of basement. In front of me on their knees, with their hands tied, were two healthy men, they were crying. Grown men, probably ten to fifteen years older than me, cried like children. Rosa stood beside her with a huge knife in her hand and grinned contemptuously. She nodded to me, and I took a knife from her hand and stood behind the men. I slashed the first in a big way from ear to ear. The second screamed heart-rendingly, I thrust a knife into his eye with all my might, and then into the second.
It was over. I turned around, but Rose was not there. I looked around and closed my eyes. Then I opened it again, the picture did not change - I was not at home, as it was yesterday. I fell, completely exhausted, to the floor next to the corpses. They say that when the police found me, I was lying in a pool of someone else's blood, repeating like a zombie: “It will return. It cannot leave me! This is unfair!"
During interrogations, I was silent. What could I say? I was sent for a psychiatric examination. Despite what happened to me, I turned out to be sane.
I was reassured by only one thing that no one sympathized with my victims. It turned out that the first - a pedophile maniac has long been wanted. Those two are repeat offenders and murderers who are also wanted.
The lawyer throws up his hands and says that the victims, although they were dangerous criminals, will give me at least fifteen years for special cruelty. I am writing this until I was sent to a pre-trial detention center. And they will not send, today or tomorrow I will commit suicide.
I understand that I was a weapon. But in whose hands? A good angel? Or an evil demon? Who is Rosa, and how many people like her clean the ground from scum in such an unusual way?
