Raymond
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Another e-mailThis one came to me last week. It's a bit long winded but bear with it. I have the feeling it's a wind-up but what about you?;
Hello Raymond. Early last year I moved to Derbyshire. There is a rather large wood near where I live. All last summer, at the weekends, I often walked through the wood and enjoy the scenery and the sound of the birds singing. In April of this year, something bad happened to me while walking in the wood, and I have not gone near the place since.
It was a bright sunny day and I was feeling quite energetic, so I thought I would go for a walk in the wood for at least a couple of hours and have a drink in the pub on the way home. In the middle of the wood there is a large, crystal-clear lake and I sat by the lake for a long while enjoying the sunshine. I then decided to explore a deeper part of the wood that I had never been to before.
As I walked through the trees, I started to feel uneasy; this was unfamiliar territory and I was worried about getting lost. I had been walking through the wood for quite a while, when directly ahead of me I spotted a small clearing. As I got out of the dense bushes and trees and entered the clearing, I realised I was probably in the centre of the wood. I could suddenly hear a woman's voice chanting nearby. I followed the voice and was curious as to what was being chanted.
As I approached a bush, a twig beneath my feet snapped and an old woman suddenly jumped out from behind the bush. She was small, fat and middle-aged and she was completely naked from head to toe. In her left hand she was holding a long, gnarled twig. She glared at me malevolently and her beady eyes blazed with hatred. I stood there startled and shocked for a few seconds, wondering what on earth she was going to do to me. She raised her left hand and pointed the twig at my face and chanted some strange words that sounded like Latin. Several times during her chanting I heard the word "Satanas."
When I saw that she was not going to hurt me, I laughed at the sight of her and called her a "crazy old bat." She looked furious and her face reddened with rage. I walked off laughing. The woman had startled me and I felt quite shaken, but I could not help but laugh at her – she looked ridiculous standing there ranting and raving with no clothes on.
As I came out of the wood and was walking along a country lane, I tripped suddenly and fell very awkwardly. When I tried to get up, I was in a lot of pain, I don't know how but I had actually broken my ankle. There was a woman jogging a little way behind me and she rushed over to help me. I put my arm around her shoulders and she helped me as I limped towards the nearest house to use the telephone and call an ambulance.
Since that day, I have had nothing but bad luck. I have been plagued by misfortune and calamity. My business has deteriorated badly, I have a lot of trouble sleeping and even when I do sleep I am plagued by nightmares, a lot of my friends have stopped talking to me for no appparent reason. I have had some deaths within the family, and one of my cousins was involved in a very serious car accident that nearly left him disabled. I feel that the woman must have placed some sort of curse on me, and ever since my life has not been the same.
I have even been to church to pray, hoping that would change things. It has made no difference at all. Sometimes I think of going back to the wood and finding the woman, asking her to take this curse off. But I am too scared to see her again. Those hateful eyes of hers scared the hell out of me.
Please help me. What should I do?
Anne
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matt
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Re: Another e-mail | Raymond wrote: | This one came to me last week. It's a bit long winded but bear with it. I have the feeling it's a wind-up but what about you?;
Hello Raymond. Early last year I moved to Derbyshire. There is a rather large wood near where I live. All last summer, at the weekends, I often walked through the wood and enjoy the scenery and the sound of the birds singing. In April of this year, something bad happened to me while walking in the wood, and I have not gone near the place since.
It was a bright sunny day and I was feeling quite energetic, so I thought I would go for a walk in the wood for at least a couple of hours and have a drink in the pub on the way home. In the middle of the wood there is a large, crystal-clear lake and I sat by the lake for a long while enjoying the sunshine. I then decided to explore a deeper part of the wood that I had never been to before.
As I walked through the trees, I started to feel uneasy; this was unfamiliar territory and I was worried about getting lost. I had been walking through the wood for quite a while, when directly ahead of me I spotted a small clearing. As I got out of the dense bushes and trees and entered the clearing, I realised I was probably in the centre of the wood. I could suddenly hear a woman's voice chanting nearby. I followed the voice and was curious as to what was being chanted.
As I approached a bush, a twig beneath my feet snapped and an old woman suddenly jumped out from behind the bush. She was small, fat and middle-aged and she was completely naked from head to toe. In her left hand she was holding a long, gnarled twig. She glared at me malevolently and her beady eyes blazed with hatred. I stood there startled and shocked for a few seconds, wondering what on earth she was going to do to me. She raised her left hand and pointed the twig at my face and chanted some strange words that sounded like Latin. Several times during her chanting I heard the word "Satanas."
When I saw that she was not going to hurt me, I laughed at the sight of her and called her a "crazy old bat." She looked furious and her face reddened with rage. I walked off laughing. The woman had startled me and I felt quite shaken, but I could not help but laugh at her – she looked ridiculous standing there ranting and raving with no clothes on.
As I came out of the wood and was walking along a country lane, I tripped suddenly and fell very awkwardly. When I tried to get up, I was in a lot of pain, I don't know how but I had actually broken my ankle. There was a woman jogging a little way behind me and she rushed over to help me. I put my arm around her shoulders and she helped me as I limped towards the nearest house to use the telephone and call an ambulance.
Since that day, I have had nothing but bad luck. I have been plagued by misfortune and calamity. My business has deteriorated badly, I have a lot of trouble sleeping and even when I do sleep I am plagued by nightmares, a lot of my friends have stopped talking to me for no appparent reason. I have had some deaths within the family, and one of my cousins was involved in a very serious car accident that nearly left him disabled. I feel that the woman must have placed some sort of curse on me, and ever since my life has not been the same.
I have even been to church to pray, hoping that would change things. It has made no difference at all. Sometimes I think of going back to the wood and finding the woman, asking her to take this curse off. But I am too scared to see her again. Those hateful eyes of hers scared the hell out of me.
Please help me. What should I do?
Anne |
Well she believes she has been cursed, but by that woman? or by herself?
In my very limited opinion psychology plays a large role in magic so she could just be putting 2 + 2 and getting 5.
What was your reply if you don't mind me asking?
Can't say i blame her for laughing. lol
matt
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Raymond
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After speaking this afternoon to our very own Mr. Hobbs I decided to send this woman my phone number.
You can get so much more from a phone call than you can an email. I'm still not 100% convinced this is for real to be honest. Someone who is desperatly worried that she may have been cursed by some old hag in the woods wouldn't writing about "the sun dappled trees and the beautiful birdsong" - or maybe they would and maybe I'm just too cynical for my own good.
Interestingly I also phoned my friend Eliza, you remember me telling you about her? The mad, bad witch of Carmarthen.
She said ignore the whole thing, not because she thought it a fake but because the "silly dumb cow shouldn't have disturbed a witch while she was working and she certainly shouldn't have laughed at her. She deserves all she gets!" - dear Eliza.
I agree with you to point Matt about the psycology of it all. When it comes to things happening to other people like the relatives dying and somebody having a car crash, who's to say those things wouldn't have happened anyway? Her business going down the gurgler, well we are in a recession so again that might have happened anyway.
While curses do work I do believe that there comes a point where the curse stops working and the mind takes over.
It does seem a bit harsh that this old witch would put a curse on somebody just for stumbling over her in the woods, especially one that would still be working 5 months on.
I've had people discover me doing out-of-doors work before and normally people just apologise and move on and the worst case scenario they start asking you a million questions about what you're up to. I've never felt the need to have to curse them just because they've disturbed me.
Maybe this old hag is cut from the same cloth as Eliza.
But I have to be honest here, if this does turn out to be a genuine case I'm making a journey up to Derbyshire. I'll decide if this woman has been punished enough to have this curse removed when I get there but mostly I want to go to these woods. Primarily to try and bump into this old witch. She sounds just like the sort of person I'd like to have a cup of tea with.
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evergreen
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Raymond I think its not true... just have the feeling
anyway let know how it goes :)
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matt
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| Raymond wrote: | After speaking this afternoon to our very own Mr. Hobbs I decided to send this woman my phone number.
You can get so much more from a phone call than you can an email. I'm still not 100% convinced this is for real to be honest. Someone who is desperatly worried that she may have been cursed by some old hag in the woods wouldn't writing about "the sun dappled trees and the beautiful birdsong" - or maybe they would and maybe I'm just too cynical for my own good.
Interestingly I also phoned my friend Eliza, you remember me telling you about her? The mad, bad witch of Carmarthen.
She said ignore the whole thing, not because she thought it a fake but because the "silly dumb cow shouldn't have disturbed a witch while she was working and she certainly shouldn't have laughed at her. She deserves all she gets!" - dear Eliza.
I agree with you to point Matt about the psycology of it all. When it comes to things happening to other people like the relatives dying and somebody having a car crash, who's to say those things wouldn't have happened anyway? Her business going down the gurgler, well we are in a recession so again that might have happened anyway.
While curses do work I do believe that there comes a point where the curse stops working and the mind takes over.
It does seem a bit harsh that this old witch would put a curse on somebody just for stumbling over her in the woods, especially one that would still be working 5 months on.
I've had people discover me doing out-of-doors work before and normally people just apologise and move on and the worst case scenario they start asking you a million questions about what you're up to. I've never felt the need to have to curse them just because they've disturbed me.
Maybe this old hag is cut from the same cloth as Eliza.
But I have to be honest here, if this does turn out to be a genuine case I'm making a journey up to Derbyshire. I'll decide if this woman has been punished enough to have this curse removed when I get there but mostly I want to go to these woods. Primarily to try and bump into this old witch. She sounds just like the sort of person I'd like to have a cup of tea with. |
Can you find out where abouts these woods are in derbyshire? Have a hunch probably wrong though.
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Raymond
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If she ever phones me I'll ask her where the woods are and if they have a name.
The ball, as they say, is in her court.
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Raymond
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Still heard nothing from this lady.
Maybe she's busy. I'll give her until the weekend before I write her off as a whack-job.
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