From 1:00 to 4:30 AM this morning, I was acting a little weird...You see, I kept on having seizures, speaking in this little rasping voice and then somewhat shouting about santanic rituals, satan, "get these ropes off me", and I could literately feel some kind of marking being branded on my arm. I could see Jenny and Danielle in front of me (these girls are somewhat my "imaginary friends", but they do make me feel very unconfortable at times). And I even claim to having been going from my bedroom to the hallway a few times while this happening, and even vomiting once.

I'm not a religious person; I don't believe in God or the Devil... I'm agnostic with this little passion for the Mormon religion.