I woke up in the morning during Holy Week with the “angel” trying to suffocate me. I jumped out of bed and my son woke up. He was hungry. My sister and my goddaughter were spending the Easter holiday in my house. They woke up with my screams, for the “angel” was tormenting me in an aggressive manner, saying, “Today, I’m going to kill you and your son.” My husband was in the bedroom but he didn’t pay much attention—he looked scared though.

The doors and windows of my house were locked, but an inexplicable wind was blowing the curtains, and the angel/demon repeatedly said that I was going to die on that day and that I’d take my son with me.

Objects were moving around the house, targeting us, and he kept on saying that he would kill my son. I said to my sister and goddaughter: “Hurry up, let’s go quickly!” But the doors wouldn’t open and I could not get out. God helped us and the front door opened. But now the garage gate wouldn’t open. It was as if we were in a horror movie. It was not our imagination, it was not a nightmare—it was real, very real.

The children were scared. One of them was 10 and the other was 12. Those children were not on drugs, and what I was experiencing was not an effect of drugs. I had been seeing that angel/demon since I was 6 years old—IT WAS NOT AN EFFECT OF DRUGS!

He was really going to kill me and my son. We managed to get in the car and run away (or so we thought). Suddenly, the “angel” began to interfere with the car. I was driving at a high speed. The children were leaning over my son to protect him. One of the children was my sister. My son was wearing only a nappy and a jumper. I was trying to see my son and, because I was afraid that the “angel” would kill him, I drove the car carelessly. It was God who guided us.

When I arrived at my mom’s house, I tried to speak but not a word would come out of my mouth. All I could do was spit saliva. I don’t remember all the details of what happened on that day, but some of my family members told me that I drooled so much that they needed a blanket to clean it all. I am not making it up.

Nobody saw the angel/demon, but some people said that I was talking to someone. They said it was witchcraft, a spell, a curse, but the truth is that the “angel” was there, in the same bedroom where I had made a pact with him to kill myself.

He said, “Give me all the gold that I have given you!” People said that I threw all my gold on the floor. They took my son away from me because they said I myself wanted to kill him. Today, I know that was possessed by him (the “angel”). He was inside my body.

They called doctors, but they couldn’t do anything. Even the witchdoctors said, “We can’t do anything during Holy Week.”

They took me to the Catholic Church, but to no use. They said they couldn’t control me. I was possessed, completely crazy, and I would scream and tear my clothes. So they took me to Miguel Bombarda, a psychiatric hospital. Was I insane?

There, I escaped from a straitjacket. They had to tie me to the bed, and the bed would lift off the floor. After three days, I was back to normal. All my family, friends and neighbours visited me. At that moment, I felt so much hatred for my husband and his family that my heart would ache, but I didn’t know why.

A medical team talked to me and asked me if I had mental problems. In a very aggressive manner, I told them that I didn’t! Then, they called my parents and said, “Your daughter is not insane; we can’t find an explanation to what happened. If you agree, we advise you to take her to a witchdoctor.” The next day I was discharged and left the hospital.