This is a very interesting and moving story about me.
Ever since I found out that my current father was my biological dad, I moved away from him emotionally and decided to not like him for what reason I did that I don't know he hated me then and ever since then he use to curse me.
It was Monday 7th of November I had an argument with my step dad and went to bed angry thinking to myself what is wrong with this man? Why does he treat me with such disrespect? I never had any grudges against him... Well at 10. 25pm that night I decided to go to sleep but felt uneasy like I was being watched every time I closed my eyes... I then turned onto my tummy and I passed out.
I woke up at 3.30am feeling pushed down into my bed. My legs pulled stiff, my eyes couldn't open and I couldn't move. I shouted for my parents for help but I couldn't speak, I could barely breathe... I then decided to do what my gran taught me when a man doesn't listen and commits evil don't speak your prayer loud, scream it loud in your head. I did that and slowly the pressure lifted from my feett, legs then back. I managed to open my eyes and saw a tall, thin old man dressed in a vintage suit opening my door and closing it looking exactly like my step dad.
The next day my step dad decided to put up a picture of his father up. I looked at the picture and I didn't like what I saw and kept on trying to look away from this picture but my eyes kept staring. I then told my gran that was the man that pushed me down this morning... My gran ripped the picture apart and told me to read the bible more often and believe in what I was reading.
Well that's my first story... Why does this happen to me by the way is it like a curse or a thing that is passed on from generation to generation.
Kind Love Roshay