Thank you to everyone who supported me. You encouraged me to try some more. I have a question for about 3 years now. What I'm going to tell you happened before I had contact with Satanism. But I was already restless in search of the truth about humanity. At that time, I had a rather curious experience. One day, I was passing in front of my mother's room, the door was half open and I saw a humanoid figure coming out from behind the door, but it seems that when he saw me approaching, he hid again behind the door. I went to check and there was nothing. It was a smoky shadow, not clear. Days later in the same week, I saw again a figure entering my room, this time the human silhouette was clear. But as I saw it with peripheral vision, I didn't see exactly what it was like. It looked like a boy. I ran after it, but when I got to the room, again there was nothing. I don't know why, but I got irritated and screamed asking why he was hiding from me, I asked him what he wanted. I shouted talking to show up soon. Obviously there was no response. I wasn't afraid or anything. I started to feel like I wasn't all alone in the house, even though I was apparently alone. That same month, at dawn I was watching television and suddenly I saw a head sticking out from behind the column of the bookshelf. Like someone was sneaking up to look at me. I didn't look at the head, I continued to stare at the television, but I saw that this time it was even more on display. This time the figure, in this case the head, had hair. Long black hair. I immediately thought it was a woman because of the hair. When I decided to look, the head was already gone. As the figure appeared, it became more and more distinct and showed more than the previous time. The first time it was smoke in human form, the second time it was sharper but still confused, the third time it appeared with hair. And the last time he showed up... Aaahh, that's when I got even more confused. One night I was getting ready to go to my room, I was locking the kitchen door. When I turned towards the living room, I saw a man sitting on the couch. I stood there in the kitchen staring at it trying to convince myself it wasn't real. I didn't feel afraid so I got closer. I couldn't see his face because the long black hair was in front of his face, I was looking at him in profile. He was sitting on the couch with one leg crossed, one knee on top of the other. He had his hands on top of each other on his knee. He had his head down, looking down. He was wearing an elegant black suit with silver stripes and dress shoes. It looked like those rich men's suits from the Victorian Era. He was indeed very elegant, but still you could see that he had a slender and strong body. He was sitting, but I could tell he was big, tall. Maybe over 2 meters tall. He didn't move. As I got closer to him, I could face him and finally I could see his face. He was absurdly handsome. He didn't look human, the beauty was superhuman. From a distance he looked like a human, but when I looked at his face, it was clear he wasn't human. He didn't move or look at me. He was looking down and he was smiling. He was very white, his eyes were violet. Yes, violet. The design of his face... It was really beautiful. When he didn't move, I ignored him and kept walking until I reached my room. Before closing the door, I looked again, but he was already gone. It was the last time I saw him or the figures that I strongly believe were him slowly appearing.
During this time of the apparitions, I had a dream. In the dream, I was going to university, I was alone, but oddly enough I was talking to someone invisible. I could see him, but he didn't appear in the dream, but I could tell that I could see him. We were talking, we seemed to have a lot of intimacy. I told him to stop talking otherwise I would have to answer him and the others would think I was crazy talking to myself. He laughed telling me not to care about others. As I got closer to the other students, he would comfort me by saying that I was supposed to forget about them, that I was above them and that I didn't need them. Only his. And I looked happy. Then I woke up. I felt a presence at home for a long time, I didn't know what or who it was, but somehow I felt that this presence knew me very well, I felt that I had known this presence for a long time, but I didn't know who was. But I felt we had some connection. I don't know why, but I started to miss that presence as it disappeared. I even cried and asked to come back, but I had no more answers. I came to fall in love with that presence and I don't know why, it just happened. There was even a day that at my aunt's house, I felt the presence of something bad, I couldn't see it physically, but it's as if her image had been projected in my mind, I knew what she was like and where she was. But it seemed that she just didn't get close because there was "something" bigger than her with me. Sometimes I think it was him. There was one person who told me it could be someone from my past life... But it didn't seem human. I didn't physically see him in front of me. I knew he was there, and the image of him as he was flashed through my mind. I can not explain. But just as he appeared, he disappeared too and I never had a sign of him again. Shortly thereafter I began to take more interest in demons. At that time I wondered if demons were really evil beings. After a few months, I got to know Satanism. Does anyone have any idea who or what he was? What could he have wanted? Why did he disappear? I really wanted to know who it was.
During this time of the apparitions, I had a dream. In the dream, I was going to university, I was alone, but oddly enough I was talking to someone invisible. I could see him, but he didn't appear in the dream, but I could tell that I could see him. We were talking, we seemed to have a lot of intimacy. I told him to stop talking otherwise I would have to answer him and the others would think I was crazy talking to myself. He laughed telling me not to care about others. As I got closer to the other students, he would comfort me by saying that I was supposed to forget about them, that I was above them and that I didn't need them. Only his. And I looked happy. Then I woke up. I felt a presence at home for a long time, I didn't know what or who it was, but somehow I felt that this presence knew me very well, I felt that I had known this presence for a long time, but I didn't know who was. But I felt we had some connection. I don't know why, but I started to miss that presence as it disappeared. I even cried and asked to come back, but I had no more answers. I came to fall in love with that presence and I don't know why, it just happened. There was even a day that at my aunt's house, I felt the presence of something bad, I couldn't see it physically, but it's as if her image had been projected in my mind, I knew what she was like and where she was. But it seemed that she just didn't get close because there was "something" bigger than her with me. Sometimes I think it was him. There was one person who told me it could be someone from my past life... But it didn't seem human. I didn't physically see him in front of me. I knew he was there, and the image of him as he was flashed through my mind. I can not explain. But just as he appeared, he disappeared too and I never had a sign of him again. Shortly thereafter I began to take more interest in demons. At that time I wondered if demons were really evil beings. After a few months, I got to know Satanism. Does anyone have any idea who or what he was? What could he have wanted? Why did he disappear? I really wanted to know who it was.
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