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The following account comes from a meeting that I had with Hector, his sister Raquel and Raquel's parents. All were present during all of these extraordinary events. If you haven't read the beginning of the story please click the link below to read it now:

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March 2, 2008 by Jim Guffey

My house is located on the side of the mountain, on the inside of an ancient volcano actually, overlooking beautiful Lake Atitlan and the tiny village of Santa Catarina. From the deck of my home at night I can see the lights of many villages around the Lake and watch the few cars and taxi trucks immediately below as they drive back and forth between Panajachel, Santa Catarina and San Antonio. On a Sunday morning two weeks ago, at about 4 a.m. I was sleeping comfortably. But had I have been on my deck, it may have been possible for me to see something very unusual; the figure of a 17-year-old girl in her nightclothes, walking barefoot along with a dog, headed towards the cemetery.

As I drove to meet Hector in preparation and anticipation of the meeting with Raquel and the rest of his family, many things were going through my mind. I had already decided that I wasn't going alone and therefore I could rely upon my friend who would be accompanying me to lead the interview. I hadn't prepared in any questions or let myself think about it too much yet things popped into my mind. I was going to be sitting across the table from several people who just two weeks ago had been possessed by or fighting with some sort of evil presence. I tried to shut down the questions that they kept on coming back.

What if the presence was still there? What if my presence somehow sent her back into the person Hector had described to me earlier, the person with superhuman strength and the strange voice? How would I handle myself? What should I do? I continued to put these questions out of my mind as soon as they appeared. And besides, my friend could handle these questions better then I could.

As I parked my truck and began walking to the house I was thinking about the three or four times in the past I had met and even socialized with Raquel. While I had no deep conversations I had sat at the dinner table with her on several occasions. She seemed like any 17-year-old girl living in Panajachel. But today we would be talking about the events that led up to her possession by evil spirits. Today would be interesting for sure.

Hector met me a short distance from the house and we walked down the narrow sidewalk to his house. His house as well as those of his neighbors are all on small pieces of ground, more or less 50 feet square, with rooms built around a common courtyard. There are no kitchens and dining rooms as that takes place in the courtyard. The rooms are small and primitive with simply a bed that functions as a couch at times and a few personal effects. There is a dining table such as it is in the courtyard where the interview would take place.

I was ushered to the table where Hector and I sat down, joined by his stepfather and then his mother, Rosa. Raquel was not in sight and I wondered if she would be joining us. Before I could ask this question she appeared out of her small room, wearing a simple blouse and the traditional skirt and took a seat directly opposite from me. Immediately I noticed that her head was shaved completely and that she was wearing a white scarf to cover her head. At this point my friend took over and, somewhat mysteriously it all just happened. Raquel began to speak.

About three years ago Raquel was facing the pressures of doing well in the school she attended to be a bilingual secretary. She knew that the expense of the school was difficult for her mother and father. Her father was a laborer and her mother walked from store to store and restaurant to restaurant selling avocados she would buy in the market. It meant a lot for them to pay this money and therefore it meant a lot to her.

One day casually speaking to her friend she mentioned the difficulty of her studies and the sacrifice of her parents resulting in the pressure for her to do well. Her friend told her that she had no problems because she had a helper who assisted her with everything she needed. Raquel wanted to know more. And Raquel's friend was about to help her just like my friend was helping me in this interview. But it wouldn't be what Raquel expected.

Raquel had tagged along to the Baptist Church with her mother and family for as long as she could remember. She was a member of the Young People's group although she didn't participate and often slept during the pastors sermons. Being the youngest in the family and the only girl put a lot of pressure on Raquel and she resented it. Finding that her friend had a secret that helped her succeed and was willing to share it was great news. The fact that it involved Satan was not much of a problem.

In talking to her I got the impression that Satan represented the same thing as God at this point in her life two years ago. There was a church and there were services and they talked about God and they talked about Satan; yea, yea, yea. What ever. And so, when it came out that Raquel would have to give her life to Satan she didn't see the big deal. After all, she kind of gave her life to God and that just required the attendance of some boring meetings. How much harder could this be?

The details of her assistance from Satan didn't present any real difficulties either. She would participate in some bizarre ritualistic ceremonies, say some things and do some others. But nothing really difficult. And she had no fear for the first couple of years. Sure, it was a bit unnerving to go to the Cemetery in the middle of the night and cut her finger to bleed on the grave of her uncle in a blood pact with Satan. But at the same time it was kind of exciting.

Nothing much happened for the next couple of years. She learned that her friend's parents were both witches, worshiping Satan in a variety of ways. They had a life-sized replica of Maximon in their house, pagan god of Atitlan, but that was kind of like the statues in the Catholic Church. They didn't cause anyone any harm. Oh and one other thing about the witches; their house is in Santa Catarina, directly below where I live!

Then late last year, in November came the finals for school. And a lot more pressure. One night Raquel walked out of her house in the darkness to a lonely spot and began asking Satan for help with her studies. To her surprise she clearly heard a voice in her head telling her that she would do well on her exams but that she must do a few things for him. She would have to dedicate her life and all that she had to the presence behind this voice.

At this point in the interview I asked her if she experienced fear in this moment with the voice. She calmly replied no. I asked her to go on with the story.

The voice told her to go back to her house and dedicate everything that was hers to him. She was instructed to physically touch it and verbally give it to Satan. She went back to the house and began touching and giving the things that were hers to Satan. Afterward she went back to the dark spot. The voice was not happy as specific items had not been dedicated and he identified them, item by item. She went back to the house and followed his direction.

She dedicated her clothes, her backpack and all of her papers and books, her bedding, toys and other personal items; even the two dogs that belonged to the family. And then she calmly went in and went to sleep.

A few days later the voice came back. It told her that it was going to give her much more than just good grades on her tests. It was going to give her great beauty. She was to be the bride of Satan! But first she must take a lock of her hair and bury it behind the house. She must take another and bury it at the cemetery. She must buy two black notebooks and begin collecting stickers.

A word about the stickers. When Hector first told me about the notebooks with the stickers inside I was somewhat baffled. Where did the stickers come from? What was their purpose? It didn't really make sense. And then a few days later we were talking to a young man on the street, leading him to Christ when afterwards, Hector spotted one of the same stickers on his notebook. Hector removed it, telling him it was evil and that he shouldn't collect them anymore. He immediately turned over his notebook to show us writing about the devil.

Now I had one of the stickers which I've had made into a photo, the photo below:

Seems innocent enough doesn't it? The writing on this sticker says "it's not difficult to love me". But look at the sticker. This sticker above is either a tiger or a cat. How would you describe it? It's not a kitty or a passive cat. It has an evil look to it. I know, I can hear you now. Another conspiracy theory. But wait, hear me out.



When I took this home and began writing the story my 11-year-old daughter came in and I asked her about the sticker. Understand that in Guatemala, stickers are big deals and hot items for the kids. I frequently bring stickers from the United States and they love them. Once I brought a bunch of Y2K stickers for the year 2000 that were four years old, that is to say four years after 2000. And they loved them! What is on the sticker is not important. My daughter told me they come free in the bags of potato chips at the local "tiendas" or markets. The kids here frequently get a bag or two of these every day in place of a meal. My daughter left and brought back one of her school notebooks which had a sticker on it. The message was "Yes I love you very much". And another evil looking cat.



I asked her if she had more but she said no. Knowing that she eats these chips several times a week I asked her why she didn't have more and she said she thought the cats looked evil. She then told me that a particular woman was selling just the stickers by the gross. We have looked for her several times but she is not around anymore. And now the stickers have been replaced by another kid's toy inside the bags of chips. But back to Raquel.



With the new direction to collect the stickers Raquel began talking to the neighborhood kids. She told them that she would buy or trade for as many stickers as they could bring her. A steady line of kids would come to the house to sell or trade for an orange from the orange tree for any number of stickers. And soon Raquel had these two notebooks filled with the stickers. Row after row, page after page of stickers.



While I don't understand the significance of the stickers there has to be some. Hector said that some of the stickers said things like "adopt me and you can have anything" and "if you love me I can help you". When I asked Raquel the significance of the stickers she just reiterated it was a commitment to Satan and the reinforcement of Satan's written word in the messages.



The voice continued speaking instructions to Raquel, telling her to do more and more things. One of the things was to put black shoe polish in her hair, which was already jet black. But the voice told her that she was getting more and more beautiful. And the marks she was getting in school continued to be good.



I asked her once again if she had at any point experienced fear and again she told me no. I was somewhat amazed to hear this story and her deepening involvement in this evil without the least bit of fear or concern.



Then something unexplainable happened. Two weeks ago today at approximately 3:30 in the morning Raquel was awakened by the voice. He told her to get up and start walking. Without collecting her shoes or changing out of her bed clothes she began walking.



I asked her if she knew where she was going and she said no, she just was told to walk. Again I asked her if she was afraid and she said no. She continued.



She walked some distance, about 15 minutes and found herself at the cemetery outside of Panajachel. Remember, it's 3:30 in the morning and she is at a cemetery unafraid. When she arrives at the cemetery she sees one of her dogs from home just sitting and waiting for her. The dog immediately joined her and they began walking together. About 45 minutes later she arrives at the friend's house who brought her into this group. Again she tells me she didn't set out to go to the house, she just was there. She calls her friend on her cell phone from outside the house and her friend lets her in. They retire to the friends room where they sleep until approximately 6:30 a.m.



Raquel is awakened to the noise of the parents (witches) of her friend praying outside of the room. She is startled when her phone rings but even more so when she sees that it is a call from home, which she chooses not to answer.



Back home her mother has discovered that Raquel is not in her room. She has woken the rest of the family and they are making phone calls and searching for Raquel but nobody knows where she is. Calls to her cell phone go unanswered and the concern is growing. The decision is made to call the police if they cannot locate her by 9 a.m. One last attempt is made by phone to contact her and to their surprise, she answers.



Back at the witches house the prayers have ended and breakfast has been made. Raquel sits at the table for breakfast with the witch family and finds a large bottle of whiskey included with the breakfast. Without explanation she drinks a lot, sufficient to get her drunk. And then from the bedroom she hears her phone ringing. And for some reason at this time she answers it.

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