My A Real Story Beyond the Limits of the Mind
Before you read these lines, I want to warn you: what follows is not fiction. This is not a horror movie script, though it might seem like one. It is a piece of my life, a memory that still haunts me now, at 33 years old. It is a 100% true story that many might deny, but one that I, my family, and the priest from the Partoș Church can confirm at any time.
It all started with my sister, Mihaela. She was a healthy girl, full of life, until suddenly, she fell ill. We took her to countless doctors and hospitals; they gave her treatment after treatment, but her condition grew worse every day. She had become a "vegetable"—there was nothing more that could be done for her. One evening, when it seemed her end was near, my mother lit the death candle for her.
At that moment, my other sister, Carla, began to read the Creed (Crezul) beside her. In that instant, something I cannot explain was triggered. Mihaela began to scream with a voice that wasn't hers—a deep, foreign voice that terrified us all. I was only 16 then, and that terror was etched into my soul forever.
The next day, we decided to go to the church in Partoș, Buzău County. It is a small place, an altar of peace in the middle of the forest, in a village forgotten by the world. We didn't have a car, so we put her in a horse-drawn wagon. Mihaela didn't want to go; she had superhuman strength and tried to flee into the woods. The men who accompanied us could barely hold her down; one of them was hit so hard that he arrived at the destination with a bruised eye.
The priest asked us to wait outside until the service was over. When we finally entered that tiny church (which holds no more than 50 people), Mihaela began to curse the priest in the most horrific ways. He, however, remained unshaken. He didn't even look at her; he said his prayers with divine self-control, calling upon God to help the "Christian before him."
The pivotal moment was when the priest placed his hand on her head. In that very second, my sister fell asleep instantly. A profound silence fell over the room. We all collapsed to our knees. When she woke up, she was our Mihaela again. Later, she told us she saw things she couldn't explain—an ordeal I wouldn't wish upon anyone in this world.
I invite you, if you ever pass through Buzău County, to visit that church in Partoș. It is a holy place that gave me my sister back. I offer my deepest apologies to the readers if this story has disturbed you, but it is my pure truth. Some of you may believe it, others may not, but this experience taught me that there are things that surpass any human logic.
Have you ever experienced something that cannot be explained logically? Something that touches on the paranormal or a faith beyond understanding?