ElMorenoFeo809
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Have you ever seen a angel?
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It’s hard and I try but I always slip back into depression sooner or later. I’m a weirdo.
I probably did.
They say its a sign that your getting old when people notice you tell the same stories all the time
ElMorenoFeo809
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It's actually cherubims that are closer to God. Lucifer/Satan is a cherubim.
Sounds like you have undiagnosed brain tumor or a bad case of sleep paralysisWhen I was a child I saw the Devil above me and little demons in the bathtub with me. At that time, I also dreamed I died and when that happened I went to hell and saw the devil again
I’ve been in a pretty negative place since then, and it’s been decades. I learned to accept it
Never saw an Angel. I saw a shapeshifting Jesus alien thing when I lived in Oklahoma. I’ve felt evil spirits around me many times while laying in bed. I saw two tall grey aliens next to my bed in the middle of the night. I’ve slept with a light on since, and this was like 4 years ago.
No, I’m not joking
I often have a sleep paralysis. You do see shyt. What I was talking about in this thread earlier is not that. Hopefully I don’t have a brain tumorSounds like you have undiagnosed brain tumor or a bad case of sleep paralysis
I met one when i was like 6 in my closet told me to come i was so scared i fell back asleep
Sadbrownsfan
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Oh yeah, angel is is usually dancing over at Sirens most nights. Saw her a few weeks ago on $5 beer Thursday. Her lip was all busted to hell but she’s still got it.
Thatrogueassdiaz
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I was 7 years old staying with my aunt in Port-au-prince. We stayed in a big creepy house, that was extra creepy at night. A lot of the windows were barred windows (like old jail cells) with no glass.
My younger bro who was 4 at the time had the habit of waking me up middle of the night talking about he thirsty
And he was too p*ssy to go get a glass of water himself even when I offered to go with him.Anyway the property we lived on was gated, there was a tall ass sliding gate that was the only entrance and exit. It made a lot of noise when opening/closing. Everyone in the house would know if the gate was being accessed. By night time around 8-9pm it's lock down. Nobody going in or out till school/work 6am.
One night my bro wakes me up to get water. It's gotta be after 1am.
There's no power (it's Haiti, even my aunt/uncle who were well off had to endure power outages that could last days) and my only source of light is a full moon. So I have to go to the dark ass kitchen to find a cup (gotta avoid the cabinet full of roaches that are built different) and the refrigerator that they have which kept glass containers of water was downstairs in this spot that gave access to the patio. 
There's two of those barred windows down there, one across the fridge and one next to it. The window across gives a clear view of the courtyard. This area has a lot of moonlight pouring so I can see clearly. I'm still shook, so o I wanna get out of there quick. My back to the window behind me, I put the cup on the floor, open the fridge and grab a glass pitcher. I crouch getting ready to pour but stop because I feel like someone is watching me 
I turn around and then I see a dark figure behind the bars of the window. It's just standing there staring, completely still. I should be able to see it's face or some features of it, but it doesn't have a face it's just black and with unblinking round eyes that reflect light like a cats'.
Looked something like this:
Except the eyes shone white and it did not look like a shadow. Looked solid with a brolick masculine build.
I froze stared back at it getting flighty by the second and said hello?
It still made no movement just said "Come here. I want to tell you something..." with a mouth I can't see move and in a feminine voice. In English, no accent. Didn't sound malicious but it still didn't sound right! 
Breh I didn't make a sound, I let go of the pitcher, it shattered on the floor and I was Usain Bolt'in up the stairs straight to my bedroom. Told my bro he staying thirsty till the morning cause I ain't going down there again.The figure couldn't have been any of my cousins, they don't have the build, all of them not much older than me anyway and none of them spoke English at all. I'm also sure everybody in the house was asleep, heard my aunt snoring in her room when I went to the kitchen to find the cup so it couldn't have been her either. My uncle was out of Port-au-prince on business. He not the type to pull pranks like that. If he came home middle of the night, opening the gate would have woken up everybody. My mom had hired a maid for us that also lived on the property but lady was too short, too skinny and didn't speak English either.
I got in trouble for wasting water that morning after my aunt found the mess I made. When I explained what happened I was met with
and accusations of 
by the maid and my aunt. Said maybe I was sleepwalking and having a waking nightmare at the same time or lying to avoid a whoopin'.My oldest cousin (14 years old) thought I dreamed a lougawou. Nah nikka I was awake and I knew what werewolves looked like, that thing wasn't it. I was swearing to everybody that what I saw was real. The best homie I had in the academy I attended thought it was a shapeshifter trying to steal my appearance
But he was the only who believed me until a month later. I told my mom what I saw when she called from the states to check on us. My story had her spooked because she quit school and started making plans to bring us back almost right after (well mostly because of the Aristide fukkery at the time but she still believed me 
). She didn't believe what I saw was supernatural though, assumed it was a psycho in a costume that hopped the gate. 
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Look I’m a pessimistic fukk. I keep it to myself and cope with blunts and shyt. Look I’m alive and shyt, so fukk it
