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[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], Gustavo Ovalle <gus.ov.d@... wrote:
Well... since I were... 10 years i had some odd skills. I'm quite able to
see and communicate with entities as naturally as breathing... First my
parents thought I has schizophrenia with hallucinations, and were treated
with STRONG medication.
By events of life my parents got a rise, and got to the expatriate area,
therefore leave my country. I moved to my grandma's house, considered an
odd person, yet, she had skills on this area or at least confident enough
to persuade. First thing she did, was to talk about those hallucinations,
then
got rid of my medication. Introduced me into meditation and talked me about
energy, magic and my bloodline.
My skill comes from my mother, yet, she managed to deny it and somehow gave
it to me?...
Everything was great, no medication, and some control over my particular
sight, but my grandma got sick, she knew and told me she would not make
it... Her last day, she gave me a titanium chain and told me... "No matter
what happen, you will be safe".
On the burial... I stayed at her grave until mid-night, if not later... I
noticed two thing, one being a mist that made me uneasy... and two, I was
definitely not alone... Just a howl, first i tried to calm down, then i saw
a lupine figure with the corner of my eye. Without even noticing that mist
grew thicker, and two men, armed with a gun and the other had a knife, they
wanted the chain i had... It would not happen. The one with the gun, shot
to kill, i just heard my grandma's voice "You will be safe" MY CHAIN MOVED
AND WHIPPED THE BULLET. Just as I regained control of myself, a torn scream
and a wet crack were heard behind that mist. It was me and the guy with the
knife... just there i suggested myself to use the chain as a weapon... I
felt it part of myself... and whipped the guy on the head... the chain
somehow at least cut his face and the guy fell to the ground... I just ran
away, Another wet crack was heard, and another howl that made me shiver
deep in my soul. Next day two bodies were found partially eaten by
supposedly a wolf pack, they were not recognized, yet both had their skulls
crushed... and somehow, the pendant of my chain was on my night-table... i
gave it as lost...
Still I can see a particularly large wolf on the distance from time to
time, and I still wonder... It looks like an Amarok... yet, why does it
follow me (when i get scared, it runs away), I know it has something to do
with that day, and the only proof, or something to keep myself sane, is the
smell of a wet dog.
just what's going on, please... I need help. please...
