《RELEASE ME》THE SATANISTS AND THE DEMON
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Bear in mind these things that im about to write are from the time March 2020 until present and still ongoing.
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I was at the front peir entrance in my home town having a chat with friends at the almond tree. I heard a ear ringing sound in the day, funny enough it seemed as if I was the only one who has heard this irregular noise at the time. I started to hear and ill-advised voice saying "artiste," so I started to think that it was me who this voice was addressing but anyways, I was seated at the time as well, I heard "stand up," so I stood, wanting to know what was this going on, and looking around im sure I wasn't the only one who stood up, then everything went silent and I heard nothing until I was seated again. I was seated for a while and then I saw someone standing from the rear section of his car, which obviously is the trunk, whatever his real name was because I knew he was also against me at that time to present, but he was a selector otherwise known as a Dj/ Disc Jockey/selector. I was completely confused until I saw another man running from a Blue bus to the direction I was looking which was away from the area. Being confused, I was wondering what the hell was going on, like why was I targeted, and I, well as far as I can remember now, I was clearly the only artiste in the area that I was. A fair coloured lady was there as well, and i also heard a feminine voice, calling me to the car, mark my words, it was an open area, civillians were walking to and fro, past and to the spot. I didnt go, I was, well rather coward to go because I knew that the selector was not a friend of mine, as all the others there.
One day when it all cooled down, the voices, I went strolling in the town with some boys I knew once, one of them for sure his name is Lee, cant get his right name but, he has a nickname, "Lee". We were at the almond tree, and suddenly they all wanted to take a walk so I said alright lets go, so, we walked down past a gas station, "Rubis Gas Station" nearing a place called "Town Talk" it had a plaza going straight into the market area. I was walking past a little chinese shop on that area where I came upon a lady, who i have found out her nickname is "Daye" description is brown, short, seeming as if she was a middle aged lady, who walked out and spat something smelling weird, like really bad for something that was in the mouth, right in my face, it landed on the right cheek almost entering my mouth. I stopped, then looked up, and there she was walked back in the shop like nothing happened, Lee gave me something to quickly wipe my face then we walked off, talking about what happened. Walking up this street called Williams Street, we were talking and talking until when we reached up to the country bus stop where you would find Demar's mother's clothes store, cross from there you would see some busses and cars that go straight to Windsor, Moore Town, Ginger House, Comfort castle and some other places. I heard a sound, as if, I dont know, a latch was moved and some pool balls rolled off the waiting lot for another game, voices of school girls and a vision of the table foot as they stepped from around their desks. I then felt strange like im hearing to many voices and sounds, I just wanted to go home so I told them that I was going home like I just rushed home.
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Days have passed and continuously hearing these voices, I went back puzzled which was right at the tree, the front entrance of the peir. I sat there looking around and lo and behold, the selector and his crew were there all the same, maybe they thought I didn't know they had a part in what have been happening to me, maybe they did, who knows, but I am sure who knows, but anyways they were there seemingly enjoying themselves. I also heard these voices saying that what I was going through was being enrolled for was "Godship", like what in the world, in the mind? Well at least that was what they called it. In the same time, I wasn't hearing these voices for a while, at the front entrance of the peir I sat and talked with some other individuals who I thought were my friends as well, when it came down to the breaking of night I saw my aunt, "Samoy Mcfarlane", with others pulling up at the almond tree, another individual known as "Winjy"or whatever they call him, he drives a grey Honda. Also an artiste, who goes by the stage name of "Mini- k" also pulled up hailing everybody and then finally walked over to greet me, "bombaa a who dat G-slug" I hailed him back then he walked away. Suddenly I heard the voices raving up, I was starting to get paranoid, this cant be happening again. Days have passed and one night I was in my kitchen at home texting and i was still hearing the various individual voices, even a girl who I thought I was with as well. That night I went to my bed writing a song laying down on my left side. Suddenly, I had this feeling as if eyes were over me watching me, and when I looked up I saw this thing black with white eyeballs black pupils, a broad mouth with white knife like teeth looking down at me, causing fear to grip my bones. I was afraid yes but, I didn't want to show that I feared it, and then again I was also surprised, shocked and wondering to myself "what is this?" I then tilted my head to the right and smirked because honestly at the time I couldn't possibly believe what I was seeing and surprisingly it tilted its head to its left and smiled and jumped down at me causing me to fall in deep sleep. A dream started to play out, merely an individual throwing some deodorant balls, none hit me, I threw two and they got caught on two nail ends on a wall, which seemingly have been driven in through the other side, the individual's head was between the two nails, the head of the person was Demar Wilmot a past past friend. I then woke back up, with over my heart cold and sweating.
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I was in the peir the day after with others whom I thought were my friends, I was using my phone while still hearing these voices, I placed my phone down on the wall that I was seated on and the truth is I cant even focus because of the situation. I turned my head around to look at the side entrance gate of the peir right across from a Guava tree which was in line with a iron railing which has been closed for a long time now, due to distraction of the voices of the individuals and when I turned back around I saw not the phone I left there, it was a black hwaweii within a black case. Searching around repeating to each individual, "Did you see my phone," one by one, the answer was always a dead no. Well, this must be a black magic because they all claimed that they didn't have the phone which seemed pretty weird, some sat and some stood talking and laughing and honestly looking back at how someone was laughing, it seemed jesterlike as if he was trying to trick me that I was getting crazy.
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