True life story of a ritual survivor.

Growing up I can vividly remember the long blue afternoons, scattered here and there with joyful bundles of fluffy white. Birds sang and children laughed. I was one of those children laughing. But that all changed in the autumn of 1998. That was when a group of demons began terrorizing me. They decided I was to become their satanic toy for rituals and blood letting. This blog is my true life story.