A Personal Supernatural Story

 Trigger Warning: Graphic Descriptions. Reader Discretion is Advised

🌸 My Ordeal at 19

At the age of 19, just as I was taking my pre-university public exams, mysterious symptoms emerged from my unknown disease emerged. I couldn’t walk, and write properly – and constant body ache, tremors, and joint pains beleaguered me.

I wrote the exam in the hospital with great difficulty – my beautiful penmanship was reduced to vague scribbles. As I didn’t get better after hospitalization, my extended family were convinced that I was possessed, not ill. They took me to various small temples to be “exorcised.” For now, my exam result was put in the backseat as I was taken to temple after temple.

⛪ The Exorcising Rituals

Priests get into a trance in those temples, and they perform exorcising rituals.

So, I was subjected to various “rituals” like:
• Walking wearing slippers embedded with nails 👣
• Beatings using a lash 🪢
• Cutting my hair ✂️
• Hosing me down in the middle of the night 💦
• Slaughtering a black hen – forcing me to watch it – and smearing its bloodied head on my face 🐓🩸

The priest bit down the chicken’s neck, twisted its head, and then yanked it off. His mouth was dripping with blood. People rationalize things they don’t understand with supernatural entities. So, I don’t blame them entirely. But they should at least have some conscience and rational thinking. If I was possessed, I certainly couldn’t have written one of the toughest exams in the world just weeks before.

🌀 Misconceptions and Blame

I only got worse and worse, and they thought I was a victim of black magic.

This time, the rituals degraded what I did in life – minding my own business, being independent and helpful, focusing on my education.

One priest said that I spat on a boy, and he did black magic on me – I DON’T SPIT ON PEOPLE/IN PUBLIC.

And it was always about boys – I rejected a boy, so he did these things. I didn’t respond properly to a boy’s proposal, so he did those things.

The fact I was a 19 year old girl, all those priests could think was “boy trouble.” I went to an all-girls school, and I had just taken a public exam in the hospital.

This went on for weeks – it was such a waste of time, and I festered. My tremors worsened. My toes curled. I couldn’t sleep a wink, and my insides shook from within. My whole scalp felt like thousands of pins and needles were poking on it. It was horrible.

The “healers” forced me to accept what they fabricated as the truth. I vehemently refused and was slut shamed in front of my brother and cousins.

At one point, even my mom couldn’t take such slander against me, and she put a stop to it.

🧬 Science Saved Me

After the ordeal, Malaysia’s leading diagnostician diagnosed my condition correctly.

I was indeed gravely ill – not possessed or under black magic spells.

Because of this experience, I am not afraid of anything “supernatural.” I always research it and find a scientific explanation.

I don’t flinch watching horror movies like Paranormal Activity and The Conjuring 🎬👻

And I only trust in science. 🔬✨




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