I am Possessed!

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I don't know how it happened, but I'm not the same person I used to be. I'm inhabited by a ghost that controls me and makes me do crazy things.


It started a few months ago when I visited an abandoned house in my hometown. I didn't believe in ghosts, so I thought it would be a fun adventure. But something happened there, something I can't explain.


I felt a cold breeze on my neck, and I turned around to see a shadowy figure. I didn't see its face, but I knew it wasn't human. It was like it crawled inside me, taking over my body and mind.


At first, it was little things. I would wake up in the middle of the night, standing in front of a mirror, talking to someone who wasn't there. I would have bruises on my arms and legs, and I couldn't remember how I got them.


But it's gotten worse. I've been doing things I never thought I was capable of, things that terrify me. I've hurt people, and I don't know why. I've lost control of myself, and I can't stop it.


I went to see a priest, hoping he could help me. He performed an exorcism, but it didn't work. The ghost was too powerful.


I don't know what to do. I'm scared of myself, scared of what I might do next. The ghost whispers in my ear, telling me to do things, things I can't even repeat. It's like it's using me for its own sick pleasure.


I can feel it now, the ghost taking over. I don't know how much longer I can hold on. If you're reading this, know that it's not me. It's the ghost. Don't blame me for what I've done.


I don't know what will happen to me, but I know one thing for sure. I don't want to live like this anymore. I hope someone can help me before it's too late.

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