I'd like to delve deeper into my own encounters and experiences with witchcraft. Only recently, a strange situation unfolded when I hired a local builder to fix the kitchen ceiling, which had unexpectedly collapsed. The builder, who had claimed he would be out of the province in Alicante for the weekend, kept showing up unannounced. This behaviour continued for the whole time he was here when he eventually told me "you two need to go out more”. How did he know our comings and goings?
During a conversation, the same builder had mentioned a property he was working on. Apparently, the buyer had vanished to Dubai for a whole year. Never to return, I questioned whether this guy was still among the living.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, another woman appeared, inquiring about very personal details, claiming to be a friend of my neighbour, asking if I had insurance, and was my name spelled like the French equivalent. She claimed to be a "curandera” or witch doctor, and had the power to cleanse my home of evil. Anyone knows that these powers are demonic, and not from a benevolent being. In fact in times of old, witches had formed a pact with the devil to aquire these same supernatural powers.
It seemed like my neighbour must have spread the word about the ongoing building work at my place how else would this strange lady have known our situaltion. Additionally, the builder had a habit of leaving his purchases outside the gate instead of bringing them in. Were they all in it together? Was this a way of identifying our location? By breaking in and stealing personal property were they then able to bewitch us further with black magic? He was determined to convince me I needed a new door, a new door he chose, I imagine with the keys he could make a copy of.
Continuing from that, the builder appeared unexpectedly once more, his behavior raising suspicion. He claimed that the deed to my house was incorrect and assured me that he had a "gestor" who could make the necessary modifications. It's important to note that the "gestor" didn't operate out of a typical office, choosing instead to arrange meetings in various bars. He then inquired about the extent of my connections, whether I had a substantial number of friends or family in this vicinity.
I recall right at the very beginning of my move here, my neighbour paid me a surprise visit. We were on speaking terms back then, and she showed genuine interest in my past life, even inviting me into her home. It didn't strike me as anything out of the ordinary. The lady who accompanied her had a warm, exotic presence that reminded me of Brazil or South America. She asked if there was any work available, but I explained that we were in the process of renovating the property. She’d deliberately handed me a prepared handwritten note and then proceeded to inquire if the estate agent, who facilitated the purchase of my property could contact her.
Following the aforementioned visit, I found myself confined to my bed for a duration of four days, experiencing projectile vomiting for reasons unknown. Fortunately, my estate agent friend went above and beyond in terms of hospitality and kindly offered to bring me a refreshing bottle of Gatorade. She was always incredibly kind, going above and beyond by baking delicious cakes for my birthday and extending invitations for me to join her for dinner at her house. Phew to nice folks eh?
But not only did my health continue to deteriorate, we also had to deal with the devastating loss of our feral cats outside due to our neighbour's dog killing them, to make matters worse, the same dog attacked my husband leaving him badly bleeding on his hand. I began experiencing hair loss, a strange taste of soap when eating, frequent arguments, intense lower back pain that made walking difficult, the presence of unsettling entities in the house, unexplained tooth decay, as well as infestations of mice, wasps, and flies. Within a matter of weeks, I experienced the heartbreaking loss of all my beloved indoor animals too, leaving me devastated and my veterinarian at a loss for words.
More people became suspicious.
I found myself in a difficult position when my neighbour, out of nowhere, started spreading unfounded rumours about me, specifically claiming that I never left the house. Would there be any suspicion if I were to suddenly disappear? I’d embraced the lifestyle of a hermit, opting for solitude and seclusion, but how so? How is it possible that someone who had a career as a diplomatic air hostess, travelled extensively around the world, and even embarked on road trips across Europe finds themselves confined to their house with no ability to venture out?
Another neighbour threw stale bread, and parmesan cheese over my fence into my garden stating that it was for my dogs. Stupidly, I gave my dogs the cheese. Are the villagers determined to get rid of us?
The bar owner himself, forgetting that I'm fluent in Spanish mumbled under his breath f***ing foreigners. Why then would he pocket 2000 euros (tax free) comission passed in a brown envelope for the sale of my property if he's a racist?
There seems to be a highly suspicious situation unfolding where British people are added to my neighbours Facebook even without her having met them or knowing of them. But how would she know who'd moved here? How are all of these events connected?
Who’s the head honcho?
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