Jist of Karen's story interview
I was lying in bed all sudden saw a ghostly figure he was coming closer. I was so scared I couldn’t sleep hoping he wouldn’t come nearer. He had black strings in his hand and was placing them in my head. I was so fearful. I was in so much pain I just lay there holding myself.
Now am free can fit the pieces together
The things I remember are I watched in horror as my father opened hell over me. I could see this as it was happening. He had no mercy on me. As usual he was thinking about himself. From that moment I suffered intolerable suffering. Now looking back, I see how it all fits in.
My soul was being carried into a stone vault portal in my backyard. I was shaken and frightened. I some how survived. It was like a vacuum sucking me in.
Now I see it fading and dissolving bits floating about.
About not having any points I am not religious or knew about how to get golden points to pay to be let out.
This continued for years and it led to me becoming mentally unwell.
From spoons being battered on my head to my hand forced into a punch in the wall and bone broken. Receiving verbal abuse. Sometimes he would make me laugh all day for years.
If you haven’t any points, I torture you into getting some. Your family has paid me to torture you. Which I believed because they hated me. You’re in hell now everything of your life counted.
I asked why, his reply was someone in your family line didn’t pay and I am holding all of his kin. Now you will have to pay your share because you were benefitted by my money. There is infighting in your family no love and they want you tortured.
Years went by and I learned that this shadow wanted paid his points and he would leave me alone.He was a liar, friend, deceiver and a torturer, and paltering. I had just got out of a marriage which was disastrous. Then I started learning things and selling according to him earned enough points for me to pay him back. My share.
What I owed was to add up to nine years of toil. It took me thirty-two years of my share.The last day of toil. I laughingly asked how much do I owe he said nine. I said tell me in small numbers as everytime I asked he would say you’ve paid. He said square root of 83. I quickly did google check, it was 9.11. I had paid. My head went twang as if some threads broke and felt a little sore and tender. That was it I had paid. Nine years toil in thirty two.
Now we share points if I do something. When I look back, I don’t know what to believe. I lost family and friends. My name is mud in society. I made such a mess of things I prefer to be left alone now. Now that I have paid, he said he is going to approach rest of family. I certainly am not paying for anyone one of them.
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