Soline’s Story: Suicide, or a Shadow Entity Attack?

Doctor, what happened to Soline? Do you think this is suicide, or a shadow entity attack? Look closely. There are claw marks on her neck and back. Have you really never seen anything like this?

*Look more carefully! Bruises, handprints like claws…

Mirror, mirror! Tell me! Is there anyone in this world more beautiful than me!

And what if the mirror had actually answered that question?

No, there isn’t! You’re the only beauty!

What would your reaction have been then, I wonder?

But it wasn’t a human voice!!!

Hospital corridors… I hate them more than anywhere else. The whole place reeks of medicine. My soul tightens. It’s as if I can hear the footsteps of death. The loved ones I’ve lost… the bodies I carried from the morgue… hospitals are agony for me.

My feet want to turn back. But Soline is here. And she needs me.

Her mother, Beatrice, met me at the door. Soline was upstairs.

“Son, where have you been, for years now? You disconnected your phone, emptied your house. No one knew where you were.”

“Where did you disappear to?” Mother Beatrice asked, her voice heavy with reproach.

How could I explain it all — those years soaked in pain? I said nothing. I just stayed silent.

“Mother Beatrice, forget about me. Tell me what’s wrong with Soline.”

She began to cry. Her voice trembling, she said, “She tried to take her own life.”

“That’s not possible. Soline was so full of life. Even if the world fell apart, she would never do that.”

We reached her room.

“Soline, my angel-faced girl, the light of my eyes.” She was lying alone in a single room.

Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, staring into nothing. The color had drained from her skin — that fair complexion had turned sallow.

But… but there was something wrong with the room. A foul smell that didn’t belong there. Like a rotting animal carcass. A heavy stench of sulfur.

The smell of sulfur never comes without reason — I’ve known that for years. It is the herald of a demonic presence.

The Sulfur Smell and the Marks on Her Body: Signs of an Attack?

“Mother Beatrice, do you smell that too?” I asked.

“Yes, Ali. Even the nurses couldn’t figure out where it was coming from,” she said.

I checked Soline’s hands. One wrist was bandaged. They were saying she had cut it herself, attempting suicide.

But on the palm of her other hand was a henna-colored pattern.

“Mother Beatrice, did you put this henna on Soline’s hand?”

“No, Ali. It appeared on its own the other day, at home. When she woke up, she saw it and asked me, ‘Mom, did you put henna on my hand?'” Mother Beatrice said.

While we were talking, a nurse came in.

“Nurse, did you give Soline any medication?” I asked.

“Yes, a sedative,” she said.

Something about this didn’t add up. Someone given a sedative should be asleep. But Soline’s eyes were open, fixed on the ceiling, her hands gripping the bedsheet tightly. And there was terror on her face.

Open eyes. Unexplained marks on her body. A heavy sulfur stench. These were all signs of a shadow entity attachment. This wasn’t something doctors could understand — it wasn’t their field. But I had faced this before, for years.

“Could you call the doctor treating her, please?” I asked the nurse.

“The doctor is exhausted, she can’t come right now,” the nurse said.

“Hmm. This isn’t a public hospital — it’s private. She has to come. Otherwise I’ll speak with the head physician about this,” I said.

The nurse grew flustered and hurried off.

Signs of an Entity Attack

Before long, the doctor arrived — a psychologist, a woman in her mid-thirties.

“Doctor, why was a sedative given?” I asked.

“So she wouldn’t harm herself. This is a suicide case. Major depressive disorder — that’s her condition,” she said.

I laughed. “Let’s find out together, Doctor, whether this is really a suicide case or not,” I said, and began.

“Doctor, look closely. It’s her left wrist that’s cut. Soline is left-handed, like me. Her right arm isn’t nearly as strong.”

“Please, let’s unwrap the bandage,” I said.

It was unwrapped.

“Look at the shape of the cut, Doctor. Is a cut like this even possible with the right hand? It defies basic physics. A human hand can’t hold a blade at that angle.”

“Does that make sense to you, Doctor?” I asked.

She was stunned. “But…” she started, and couldn’t finish.

“Doctor, do you see the bruising on her neck?”

She fell silent again.

“Mother Beatrice, please — you and the nurse, uncover her back. There should be bruising and handprints there too,” I said.

Her back was covered in handprints, claw marks, strange bruises. Exactly what I’d said: unexplained marks on the body. These weren’t made by human hands.

The doctor thought for a moment. Then she spoke.

“Then this is a forensic case. I need to call the police,” she said.

I laughed. “Is that so, Doctor?” I said.

The Presence in the Mirror: Why Does a Voice Answer?

I looked into the doctor’s eyes in silence for a while.

“Then listen to me carefully, Doctor!”

“Mirror, mirror! Tell me! Is there anyone in this world more beautiful than me!”

“Does that sound familiar, Doctor?” I asked.

She looked at me strangely.

“What’s strange about that? It’s just something teenage girls say. Are you all right? Would you like me to examine you?” she said.

“Oh, Doctor. You brought this on yourself!!!”

“Is that so? Then listen to the rest,” I said.

“You asked the mirror those very words. And didn’t a voice — not a human one — answer you back? Didn’t it say, ‘You’re the most beautiful. You should belong to us’? Didn’t a shadow appear behind your reflection in that mirror? You were only fifteen when it happened, Doctor. When you told people, didn’t they call you crazy? And that foul smell that wouldn’t leave your house for months — wasn’t it just like this one? A mix of rotten eggs and dead animal. Like sulfur!”

“Is that why you became a psychologist, Doctor? Just so you could help people?”

I asked the questions so relentlessly, one after another, that she couldn’t gather herself.

She was completely shaken. She stumbled and sat down on the edge of Soline’s bed.

“Who are you? How do you know all this?” she asked. Her hands were trembling.

“Doctor, never mind who I am. Does it really matter?”

“Look — there’s henna on the palm of Soline’s left hand. Does that look familiar too?”

She couldn’t answer.

“Look, Doctor — you lived through this yourself. I’m taking my patient out of here. Discharge her. Do not write suicide in the report.”

She objected, warning that if I caused trouble she’d call security.

“Doctor, call a code white if you want. Report me to whoever you like. She’s my patient. The responsibility is mine.”

“I’m a family friend, and her mother is right here,” I said.

She was clearly confused, repeating, “But this goes against everything in science.”

“Doctor, science is simply the field of what’s been discovered and proven. But science is still in its infancy. There’s so much left to learn. This isn’t something science can explain — not yet.”

“This is a shadow entity attack!!! You don’t know what shadow entities are right now, Doctor. But today, I’m going to make sure you learn. And you’re going to watch it happen live, like a film.”

“And how exactly is that going to happen?” she asked, with a mocking smile.

Shadow Entities: What Are They?

“Tell me how much longer the sedative will last,” I said.

“About eight hours. The effect should be wearing off soon,” she said.

“Let me show you a few things first, Doctor. Normally, someone sedated should have their eyes closed, asleep — correct? But Soline’s eyes are open. Look at them — there’s fear in them. This girl isn’t sleepwalking. Look at her hands, gripping the sheets so tightly. Now tell me — does any of this make sense to you?” I said.

She sat in silence for a while. Then, in a shaky voice, she said, “Fine. Let’s do it your way.”

“No — first, as I promised, you’re going to witness it. You’re going to see, with your own eyes, the same shadow entity you saw as a child. Be patient,” I said.

She laughed again.

Then the nurse screamed.

I turned around to look at Soline.

The sight was terrifying. Soline was floating half a meter above the bed.

There it was. Exactly what I had expected.

“What’s happening?” the doctor started to ask.

“Doctor, I promised you. Sit down and watch it live. Since you doubted me, see it for yourself,” I said.

Soline was hovering above the bed. Beside her, a pitch-black shadow had lifted her into the air, trying to take her.

I only hoped the doctor and nurse wouldn’t faint from fear.

Mother Beatrice began to sob at the sight of her daughter. The room fell into chaos.

I turned to the doctor. “Please, step outside quietly. No one else comes in.” I warned the doctor and the nurse: “Don’t tell anyone what you saw.”

“Mother Beatrice, you should step out too. What you’re about to witness — you won’t be able to bear it. It will terrify you,” I said.

“No, Ali, my son. I’m staying. She’s my daughter. I can’t leave her alone. I won’t let my own fear win while my child is like this,” she said.

The poor woman was completely undone — hands trembling, barely able to stand from the grief of it.

That’s a mother’s heart for you. What mother wouldn’t worry for her child? A mother is a mother everywhere. Mothers are paradise, for those who know their worth.

“Please, sit in that chair. Whatever you see, don’t scream, don’t speak. It might take hours — but please, don’t interfere. And lock the door — don’t let the nurses in,” I told Mother Beatrice.

Now it was time to settle the score. If they had done this to Soline, then they would pay for it.

I began reciting verses. As I read, Soline slowly descended, back onto the bed.

Thank God — they hadn’t managed to take her body. So this wasn’t full possession. Soline’s soul was resisting; it hadn’t surrendered to them.

I read for twenty minutes. At last, the shadow entity revealed itself in its true form. It was no longer just a shadow.

“Speak, you cursed thing. Who are you? Which tribe do you belong to? How old are you?” I asked.

It gave no answer.

As I kept reading, the entity began to weaken. Finally, its resistance broke, and it spoke.

“I am of the … tribe. I am 230 years old,” it said.

“You worthless creature! Tell me — why did you latch onto this girl? Why did you hurt her?” I asked.

It didn’t answer. I began reciting again, and it started speaking once more.

Meditation, Mantras, and Entities

“She was meditating. The mantras she chanted were names we favor. I watched her for a while, waiting for her to open a frequency gate. As she kept repeating those mantras, the gate finally opened. And I entered her body,” it said.

“So you’re saying the meditation mantra opened a portal, is that it?” I asked.

“Yes,” the entity said. “I came through that portal. That door was an invitation to us.”

“You wretched thing — what did you want from this girl? Why did you hurt her?”

“I wanted to possess her. She refused, she resisted, so I attacked,” it said.

“Why did you want to possess her?” I asked.

“I want her to belong to me. She’s going to be my bride,” it said.

“Your bride — or your breeding vessel?” I said.

The shadow entity grinned wickedly.

Mother Beatrice had frozen at the sight before her. She wasn’t seeing its true form — only the black shadow shape, and hearing the words spoken. If she had seen its real form, the terror would have broken her mind.

Then Mother Beatrice did something I hadn’t expected — she asked a question.

“Ali, what bride is this demon talking about?” she asked, fear in her voice.

As I turned to answer her, my focus slipped. I stopped reciting — and in that moment, the shadow entity escaped my grasp.

“Oh, Mother, what have you done. You weren’t supposed to say a word,” I said.

Mother Beatrice fell quiet, embarrassed by my words.

“Mother, to them, Soline is the bride of shadows. In short, they want to use Soline as a breeding vessel. They want to create hybrid children from her,” I explained.

The poor woman flung her arms out in horror and fear. Her water bottle fell to the floor from the motion.

“No, no! I won’t let them take my daughter!” she cried out in panic.

“Don’t be afraid, Mother Beatrice. I’m here now. God willing, I will protect her,” I said.

With the shadow entity gone, Soline finally relaxed, falling into a deep sleep. She held my hand tightly, as if she somehow knew I was there — curled up like a baby. This girl really is just a little kitten. 🥰

Hours passed. Turns out she snores — I only just noticed. Her mother had also fallen asleep in the visitor’s chair.

At last, Soline opened her eyes. “Ali, is it really you? Am I dreaming, or are you actually here?” she said, her voice full of excitement.

“Wait, let me pinch you — if you’re real, you’ll scream,” she said, pinching me, the crazy girl.

“Hey, that hurts. I’m right here,” I said.

She threw her arms around my neck with joy, nearly climbing onto me.

“Okay, okay, I’m here,” I said.

“Ali, where were you? Why did you leave me alone?” she asked.

“We’ll talk about all that later. Just rest for now,” I said.

Her mother woke to the sound of our voices. Seeing her daughter awake, she cried out with joy and rushed to embrace her — crying, kissing her, breathing her in.

Some time passed, and it was time to handle the discharge paperwork. Her mother went to let them know Soline was awake.

Now it was time for a little mischief. Soline had a favorite song, so I started singing it.

“My loneliness, my loneliness, my moss-covered loneliness…”

Right at that moment, the doctor, the nurse, and Mother Beatrice walked back in.

Soline had her hands clamped over her ears, repeating the same thing over and over.

“Stop, for God’s sake, stop! You’re murdering that beautiful song with that crow’s voice of yours. My ears are aching,” she said.

The doctor, the nurse, and Mother Beatrice burst out laughing at the sight of us and at Soline’s words.

Mother Beatrice turned to the doctor. “Don’t mind these two — they’ve always been like this, they love giving each other a hard time,” she said, laughing.

The doctor was smiling at our antics, but still clearly stunned by everything that had happened. Then she spoke.

“You reminded me of things from my own past. I don’t know how you knew about what happened to me. No one believed me back then. But I believe you, because I witnessed it with my own eyes, in that room. These are things science simply can’t explain. Even if I told anyone, no one would believe me. I’ll write ‘injury from a fall’ in the file. I’ll find some way to justify the sedative I gave her. You can go pay at the counter and leave — it won’t appear on the medication record,” she said.

While I talked with the doctor, Soline was chatting with the nurse. They kept glancing at me, giggling.

“Ah, Soline, Soline. Just a while ago you were like that — now look at you, so full of life,” I said to myself.

We thanked everyone and paid the hospital bill.

“Ali, if you only knew what I saw,” Soline said.

I smiled and looked at her. “Go on, tell me — what did you see?” I asked.

“Shadow entities kept coming to take me. I was so scared,” she said.

“Come on, are you serious?” I said, laughing.

Her mother laughed too.

“I’m completely serious,” she said.

“We know, sweetheart. Ali saved you. He chased that shadow entity away — that’s why you woke up,” Mother Beatrice said.

“Really, Ali?” Soline asked.

“Yes — they almost took you from me,” I said, laughing.

“And you know what your name is now, from this day on? Soline: The Bride of Shadows!”

She stared at me, stunned.

“Ali, who was that shadow entity? What were they?” Soline asked.

“Soline, we’ll talk about all that later — I’ll answer every question. But right now, let’s get you home,” I said.

“Fine, deal, let’s go home. But I’m sick, and you’re being punished. You’ve been gone for years — you owe me,” Soline said.

“Alright then, what’s my punishment?” I asked.

“You’re carrying me out of this hospital in your arms,” Soline said.

My heart clenched. “Come on — you’re thin, sure, but you’re 1.75, and I’m 1.80. Have a little mercy on me,” I said, laughing.

“Not my problem. You’re athletic, your arms are strong. I need you right now. I don’t want to let go of you — you’ll just disappear on me again,” Soline said.

“Alright, no escaping this one — come here, princess,” I said, scooping her up. The little troublemaker just laughed at my expense. 😆

“I hope I don’t end up with a slipped disc,” I said.

She laughed. “Nothing’s going to happen to you, my dark-haired love. You’re strong, and I’m light as a feather,” Soline said.

“Light as a feather, sure — my back is breaking,” I said, laughing.

Mother Beatrice laughed at the sight of us. Seeing her daughter this cheerful made her happy too.

Oh, hospital corridors! Everyone was watching us from the sidelines. Every doctor and nurse in sight was laughing at the scene.

On our way out, the nurse who had cared for Soline stopped us with a few of her friends.

“Well, well — looks like you’re taking the girl with you,” she said, giggling.

This girl runs the place like her own little crime syndicate. 😂

“Yes, I’m taking her. Kidnapped a princess from the castle. Let’s get out of here before the king catches up,” I said, laughing.

As we said our goodbyes to the nurses, Soline had one more move up her sleeve.

“I hope you all find your own Prince Charming soon too,” she said.

“Hey, why would you say that — they’ll take it seriously. They’ll think we’re together,” I said.

“Well, one of the nurses already has a crush on you, so I told her, ‘Ali’s my boyfriend,'” Soline said.

“What?! Soline, when did you even manage that?” I said.

She laughed and pinched my cheeks.

“Let’s go home — you’re going to answer for all of this,” I said.

“Not my problem,” she said, thoroughly enjoying being spoiled.

Astral Travel and Entities

Half an hour later, we were home. I hadn’t been back here in years.

A quiet, peaceful spot by the sea. A huge villa with a garden.

We sat in the garden for a while. Soline fell asleep in the stillness — the sea breeze and the rustle of the leaves lulled her.

“Mother Beatrice, come with me — there’s something we need to do inside,” I said.

We covered every mirror in the house. They’re gateways for shadow entities.

We went up to Soline’s bedroom. There was a full-length mirror on the wall — we covered that too. But there were strange smells in the room.

“Mother Beatrice, I can’t go through her drawers — she’s a young woman, after all. Please, you check. Look in the closet, the drawers — anything besides personal items, pull it out,” I said.

What I found was unbelievable. Meditation items everywhere. Piles of incense. Two bottles of some strange liquid. I recognized one of them right away: ayahuasca tea.

The biggest trap of all. The easiest way to fall into the hands of those black shadows. It creates a false sense of astral travel and hallucination. During astral travel, the human body becomes completely defenseless against demonic attack — and she had no idea.

The incense summons those shadow entities. It’s an open invitation to them!

We gathered everything up.

Just as we were about to leave, I noticed a statue on top of the wardrobe. Clearly, exactly the kind of thing where those demonic shadow entities like to hide.

I threw it all in the trash.

Soline woke up as evening was falling.

We sat in the living room.

The cat suddenly reacted — sensing something shift in the air.

“Ali, they’re coming back, I can feel it,” Soline said, afraid.

I laughed. “I know they’re coming. And in numbers, too,” I said.

“Aren’t you scared?” she asked.

“Why would I be? I’m used to it. I’ve spent my whole life fighting them. I know the signs of a shadow entity attack by heart.”

Then, complete silence fell over the room. Soline trembled and pressed herself against me.

“Well, well — looks like the whole family’s come to visit. Let’s see what we can offer you all!”

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