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You want a story I wil give you a story!

08:03 Jul 03 2009
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November 6,1977 a female child was born in California to a mother who knew she was on the way long before a doctor pronounced her to be so. That child was me, my name is Kemmon Luetre Hayes I know the name is really out there it means Son of The Three Fire, just one problem with this I was born a GIRL!



My mother had no idea what my name meant the doctor named me he was a french guy with a great sense of humor I take it, I later found out it is Persian in origin just spelled differently. So my first name was his idea. My middle name was a complete accident done by the county of Santa Clara, it was supposed to be Latrice which still mean the three. My last name is Irish meaning I researched the history and found out it mean fire. Okay enough about my name.



I come from a family of witches, no joke. All the members of my family have some kind of ability or abilities. Most of them try to hide or deny the fact that they do, which I think is just ridiculous! In my past I have been through many strange things which I am going to share with the world or whomever is reading my journal besides myself.



When I was younger I thought everyone could see what we now call paranormal events. I never knew that what I had been experiencing was something out of the ordinary. There have always been spirits living with my family we talk to them and they kept me out of harms way all through my life.



My first experience I can not recall because I'm so used to having them around, there was a ghost of an older woman who use to get me cups from out of the cabinet because she was always afraid of me falling off the counter top. She didn't like the fact I had as daredevil streak in me. I'd climb up tree or onto the roof and jump down. She'd get so mad at me but she never spoke I could hear her voice but no words came from here mouth.



She was a wonderful spirit to have around, but she did the oddest thing she used to leave pennies in perfect little rows on the closet floors in the bedrooms. My siblings and I would pick them up, go out and buy candy. Every day she replaced the pennies in the closet at night. For the longest time I wondered why she would do that. It wasn't until I started really studying magick that I found out why which I shall explain later.



There where other spirits living with us my mother knew the names of all the other except her, she never told my mother or us her name. I was the only child she told my mother was coming my other two sisters and my youngest brother she had dreams of. As for my eldest brother she found out she was having him using the Ouiji Board and I don't mean the fake paper board we have now.



I have always been very intuitive, and was born a natural witch, although controlling my abilities took a lot of time to manage. As a child I often wondered why there where so many spirits roaming the world unseen by most. My answer would come later, right as I was to began womanhood. At age 13 I was attacked by a creature that I had never known before, and I mean seriously attacked.



I was only conscious for part of the attack, I can remember the taste of blood in my mouth the foul stench of death. It was more confusing than horrifying, it attacked me from within trying to gain full control over my body. I felt as if I was going through an endless battle but in real time it was a week. My father didn't tell me about all that happened that week until became an adult.



Winter 1990, I was sitting in the window gazing out at the sky. You really can't see many stars in the sky over New Jersey, but I tried, when I noticed a shadow crossing the street in a very fast manner. Instantly I was knocked off my perch and hit the floor screaming and clawing the skin from my body. My father and grandmother rushed me to the hospital, the only memory I have of that is being tied down to the hospital screaming in a voice I didn't recognize as my own. The pain was horrid, they called in a priest but that only made things worse. The doctors sedated me, and gave my grandmother pills to keep me under for as long as it took me to recover.


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