She even fooled the spiritual healers, who genuinely believed they had confronted a demon. She enjoyed the power of deceiving everyone and turning the focus onto herself.
In retrospect, I see how her actions shaped a toxic environment. She wasn’t protecting me—she was creating a drama that fed her narcissistic need for attention. She positioned herself as the victim, leaving everyone, including me, scrambling to support her.
This experience was just one of many that left lasting scars. It’s why I say she was the bigger demon—capable of twisting reality and manipulating everyone around her.
As for my personal experiences with the paranormal, I’ve had them. In that same house, I once saw a figure with red eyes and fangs standing in the dark. I was seven or eight years old, and to this day, I cannot rationalize what I saw.
There’s so much more I could share, but I’ll save those stories for another time. If you’d like me to open up further, let me know in the comments. It’s not easy to recall these memories, but I believe sharing them helps in the healing process.
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