About 7 months ago I spent three months at rehab. During those three months I went through some pretty bizarre shit and I've wanted to share it for some time now. The first month went by pretty normal. I was practicing psychokinesis and breathing meditation all day, and once the people in my house saw me spinning a pinwheel, all of them asked me how to do it and some tried it. There was one kid with severe ADHD, and once he saw me practicing psi, he told me that he practiced that kind of stuff too. He told me he was Satanist, and that he can go into trances and perform telepathy, and that he can read people's thoughts. Now, before I move on I think I should mention that after the first first two weeks or so I got the hots for one of the patients there. I don't know why I felt so strongly of her, sometimes I wonder if it was just being locked up in that place. Anyway, I asked my new friend to read her mind and to find out how she felt about me. That went on for a few weeks, and he seemed pretty accurate. After a while I became roommate with my friend, who's known as Jeff by the way. Every night I would see him meditate, and once he found out a name of one of the kids in a different house. Every house was strongly separated. We never even saw each other. I verified the name he gave me by asking a staff. When I asked them about the name (I forgot what it was) they told my not to talk about other kids in different houses. This was the first real weird thing that happened. Another time I walked into my room and Jeff was in the bathroom. He came out and he looked all fucked up. He had a blank stare and he didn't even realize I was in the room with him. HE walked a little ways and collapsed. He was out for at least five minutes. After that he curled into a ball and cried. Once he calmed down he told me that he has a demon living in him and its from talking to them and making bargains with them. He told me he turned Satanist because Satan listened and God did not. After that I asked him to make a deal with a demon to make the girl I loved fall in love with me. The demons bargain was that in order for him to do that, we would have to run from rehab and bring the girl I loved with us. I told Jeff to tell it no and when he did, he immediately was jolted with pain. During all that time Jeff was going into a trance and speaking some unknown language, and several times he awoke in severe pain. The demon told us we had to run or we would pay. It scared the fuck out of me. The demons name was Tartatris. After that we did try to get the girl to run and yes, it did freak her out. Of course she said no. And of course we got caught. After we were on shutdown, the girl I loved started telling me about some really bizarre dream. She said one night, a tall, dark figure sewed her lips together and beat her. She said it had been a few days and she still felt the pain. Two days later she was attacked again. Some guy, and she was beat. I knew it was Tartatris. A few days later she got an extreme pain throughout her chest and stomach area. She could barely breath and you could tell it SUCKED. After that Jeff did some Wiccan spell and the demon fucked off.

I also saw Jeff kill an ant with his mind, bring it back to life, and kill it again.

One of the staff there used to be a bounty hunter. He moved a key with telekinesis for me.

When I got back, a friend I have told me when he got attacked by demons they were tall dark figures in his dreams. I looked into Satanism and found out some very interesting things (check out http://www.joyofsatan.com).

So, what do you guys thing of what happened to me?