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The Spell

The Spell Does pure evil exist or is made by the religious to scare us and fall into the embrace of a god that may not have our interest at heart. It began a few days ago when I noticed someone or something was trying to take over my mind. When parking I scraped another car, I broke the mirror driving too close to a bin. It was then I saw it, malevolent eyes painted outside my house, I looked up saw the shadow of Satan on a flagpole his laughter echoed and echoed on my soul, but I shouted back, called him and his imps scum. I knew a spell had been cast upon me and took action I painted the eyes yellow and green, the water leak in the kitchen stopped. I had won because my mind was much stronger than the person who had cast the spell.

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