My room

I felt out of place when I was sleeping peacefully in my room on my bed. Why am I drawn to this negative energy? This entity uses the bad blood of women’s masturbation to enter into my dreams. I could smell a foul, bloody presence lingering in the air. I forced myself to wake from the dream and searched with my eyes while singing hymns.

From the dream state to opening my eyes on the bed, I scooped my hands across the whole bed—from the headboard to the foot—and even over the other furniture in the room. I could still smell the bad blood. I asked myself, “Who can it be?” Then I knew this bad blood belonged to Rathi, who was using a black magic spell to remain in the air. She uses invisible potions for her own entertainment, but I know she is a coward.

I quickly got up, turned off the air conditioner and the fan, and rushed downstairs to do my routine cleaning. I also noticed another entity throwing vibuthi into the air. I asked myself, “I just got up—so why do I smell vibuthi? Who is doing this at this hour? What an idiot!” I wasn’t thinking about anyone at all, so which fool could this be? I thought it must be that boy from the center.

In the hall, I smelled my father’s scent—like Brylcreem hair cream. After singing the hymns, even he faded away. I told myself, “Don’t scratch—the entity is near my ankle, circling me. I must continue to write. I shouldn’t feel afraid at all.”