Hello to all lovers of the occult and astral. On this occasion I am prepared to combine two issues that have brought humanity head at all stages of history, the demonic possessions and dermatology. Hang males and read, read if you have guts ... Ursus arctos horribilis
ago, more or least a decade, Maria Teresa Campos gently bathed in a tub. In a small saucepan dropped water on their filthy udders while soaping the torso with a bar of soap lizard. This morning bath was a ritual of Maria Teresa's mystical spiritual communion with the gods of the farms.
Once the toilet, Maria Teresa out of the tub carefully, and took the towel to dry. Once this is done approached the mirror to examine the body. At first he found nothing, but to inspect the head, was found behind his left ear a small mole on the core of which stood a small point smaller and more viscous as well. Carefully, he touched the moon to see if sticking. In so doing, it gave him a bite and yelled an expletive.
Maria Teresa, shocked, dressed hurriedly and left the bathroom. Over breakfast, began to hear a faint voice that gradually grew to become a nasty blood-curdling scream but at the same time, it seemed the siren song of a dying woman. That voice
encouraged to do evil. Maria Teresa, who appeared to be under the influence of some spell, or burundanga blind, began performing unspeakable acts for a priest. He grabbed the dog and took it on the table, her daughter spat Terelu in the face and then she peed in her hair. The perversions of Maria Teresa, fueled by those voices from beyond the grave alarmed conspecifics and with great effort, got her into the car and take it to the doctor. The doctor at first he thought it was a demonic possession but, being a doctor, dismissed the idea immediately and proceeded to listen carefully. After one hour
unsuccessful, which had to be sedated Maria Teresa a couple of times, and the tube is mopping another couple of times because I kept wetting owned, the doctor did not find anything other than a lunar foul behind the ear, more like a pimple on a mole purulent gypsies. Given those circumstances, the doctor could not think of anything but burn the mole to the patient and prescribe a special soothing grizzly bears he had just brought in that moment a mustachioed ranger of Yellowstone, which sat there as long as the life span of a fly. Terelu
took her mother, much calmer after the chutes, back home. The lay in bed and left her there to rest. The strip that the doctor had put on the moon might contain temporarily the Bedlam screams emitted. After a week or less, Maria Teresa was completely recovered. His behavior had returned to normal and was ready to resume his work on "Day to Day."
With that energy as usual for her, Maria Teresa returned to the studio of Telecinco to continue his television career. Amid all the excitement generated by the organization typical of a program of such proportions, Maria Teresa lost the bandage that covered the moon. The moon, meanwhile, fueled by environmental shit, got to the size of a pea. The little dot in its core that was almost microscopic, grew and became a foul mouth with several teeth chipped black as that of a junkie. Because of this, the moon began to scream again with much more momentum than before, leading again to Maria Teresa to do evil.
Maria Teresa returned to be in that state of demonic possession that took days. What happened then freezes the blood will most perverted sadomasochistic.
Maria Teresa, mad, took off her panties and started to zip lines in the stage machinery of the set, while he would urinate on the heads of all the technical equipment and the public. When he got tired, fell from the ceiling and began to pace the floor like a barrel (this simile is pretty well caught by the topography of the award winning). He kept yelling moon in the ear of Maria Teresa what to do. In the midst of this maelstrom bizarre, Maria Teresa ate all the objectives of the cameras, whipped councilman, sodomized Jaime Peñafiel and various atrocities rather than only thinking about it, it gives me goosebumps. After more than offset a little while, Maria Teresa fell exhausted on the floor, falling asleep in a puddle of vomit.
on that event nothing is known, and know nothing. Maria Teresa, after undergoing a complicated surgery to remove tumor that evil, in which he lost a few grams of brain tissue, bought the silence of those who were present that day and survived the inferno eschatological. Time passed, making the events just related to fall into oblivion, but Maria Teresa Campos even wakes up at night drenched in sweat and condensed milk in the middle of a supernatural distress because, even today, can hear those horrible screams in his nightmares ...
