It all starts when I was eight with my best friend Carlos. He was special and he always knew everything. He knew when something was going to happen; he also knew every one's secrets. He trusted me with telling me why he was so different why "we" were so different than everyone at school.
He was born with a demon inside of him, and it was a part of his soul. His demon told him everything, about the past, the present, and the future. It still lives with him today, he told me that the reason we met was so that I could help him and that we were friends even before we were born. I moved away but I visit him at least 5 times a year, a week at a time.
His Demon told me that Satan will be revealed soon, but he didn't tell me when. This got me thinking, so this summer I convinced my mom to go to Israel, we went but she never discovered my true intentions. I went to the holy land, went to Jesus' tomb and stuff. My goal was to control my spirit and get ready for an exorcism.
Back when I was eight I could see my Guardian angel, I could talk and feel angels, spirits, demons, also feel emotions of living people. I was always special and Carlos made me realize all of this. This guy knows the day of his death. He is 16 now and I'm 14 but for some reason I have this feeling in the back of my head, even after all this time that I shouldn't believe him.
This is the story I've been wanting to write this whole time. Since I've belonged to this site which is about a year. So I'm asking you should I believe him or should I think his crazy?
Here it is:
If you all unite as one
A riot shall break out soon
Also beware what lurks at noon
You will die from panic and fear
And all will see the Devil near
My life has been spiralling out of control ever since the end of 2009 and if you were to here my whole story it would be extremely freaky but I can also say that I am almost exactly like your friend but different