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1885/5000When I was a child, at the time of my father's death, I was walking in a large area of forest close to my house, when I noticed the approach of a being. When I looked at him he seemed not to be entirely human, I wanted to run the more my legs failed and the voice disappeared, so that the closer he got, the more paralyzed I became. At one point, my whole vision went dark, I saw nothing else and my memory of what happened afterwards was completely erased. When I regained consciousness, I was already at the gate of my house, as much as I tried to remember, I could not, however, this fact I did not report, so as not to create any kind of reaction on the part of my family, which at the time for being very Catholic, with they would surely say, that I probably would have seen the devil, since I had stopped going to church and had adopted the streets as a home.However, I began to realize that, my sensitivity to the perception of the realities around me, began to change, and allowed me to feel the touch even of invisible beings that approached me, I was never an example of courage, but I faced the new situation without making much fanfare. I had learned from my father, who was a police officer, that what comes to us is up to us to decide, so I decided to keep it to myself and ended up living a life in front of my family, much more anchored in silence, than that in sharing. It was common for invisible hands to caress me and when I started not to care, it was common to wake up with bite marks on my body, but I couldn't combine it with demonic entities, I was more likely to believe that I had a lot to learn about the unknown and in fact he loved everything that had an air of mystery. With this predisposition I did not panic on the day that accompanied by my mother and brothers, we slept in a house in the countryside, on which occasion I saw my first "ghost".