last night i was being bombarded by demons. again here goes crazy miguel with his demons. yesterday i proved it to myself. kelsey would not answer my phone calls. so what i did is i asked the demons for proof. i got a pen out. got a blank paper. i started to scribble back and forth, kinda like i was shading. i asked the demons to give me a number where kelsey is at. my hand moved out of its own accord (kinda like a ouija board). they gave me the number. later that night, i had a missed phone call from the past (it was dated 12/31/99 which is significant because it is a day before the new "millenium". i am not bullshitting. i was going to ask the demons to show to kelsey they were real. i was going to ask them to shut the lights out where she was at. but these demons are motherfuckers. i do not want them near my daughters. even today, i went into leyla's room with a purpose, opened the closet door and picked up one of kelsey's old journal's. i did not know of its existence. they want me to hate. you want proof look at the phone above. it is my friend Morgan's #. kelsey knows morgan. he could not believe what happened between me and kelsey. anyways morgan if you are reading this, im not saying you are demonic. what im saying is that what i feel is very real. you people might judge me and my sanity but why the fuck even go to church. because evil and demons exist.
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ps notice the time i took the picture. 11:36. 11 in biblical numerics means chaos and disorder. 36 means "the" enemy. look at the time on all our posts and my replies.
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