When I was 21, I was in a serious (long-distance) relationship. He was the love of my life and did everything for me, even moved to Canada from England to be with me. A few months later, he was running out of savings and I was having problems of my own there, so we decided to move to London together.
Things were great, but after a while his father found out about our relationship. Apparently his family were strict Muslims, I didn't mind of course but he pressured us so much to move to their hometown near Manchester (blackburn... *shivers* scary little town) Once we visited his family there, and his father gave us a big bottle of water from a spring in Mecca, it had pieces of paper with Arabic writing inside of it. It was supposed to protect us and bless our relationship.
Meanwhile in London, there was always guys in gas masks, the trains were always stopping because of some suspicious package, and on the news we always heard London is the next target (plus if you read my story Torture in Dreams and Real Life, some other crazy stuff happened in London!), so with all this fear mongering it kind of got to us and we said, maybe it's safer to stay in Blackburn a while.
When we moved there, the family and relatives were nice except for his father (their relationship had been strained for years). His father had a good reputation in the community, but I just knew something was wrong with him, his soul was dark. One day, there was a well-known psychic coming from India, he was invited to their house when I was there. About 10 men from the neighbourhood went into the living room and locked the door. I was upstairs in the sister's room at the time wondering why everything was so secretive (now I know that psychic readings are forbidden in Islam). My boyfriend was called into the room to get a "reading" for 5 minutes and then told to leave. He said that somebody had a curse on us, so he wrote some Arabic on a tiny scroll, put it in a silver locket and we were told to wear it around our necks, so we did as instructed. Soon after, my boyfriend came to me shaken up one day because his father told him calmly, "she'll leave you in 6 months..."
6 months later, I was ready to get out of this place and go back to Canada. My boyfriend wasn't as warm and caring as before, even his sister thought something was strange. We were always arguing, which is strange because I never argue when I'm in a relationship, I'm usually a very calm person and hate wasting energy on arguing. One day, we were hanging out with his friend who can speak Arabic, and we asked him what's written on the scrolls we were wearing. When he read it he told us to go to the mufti (like a pastor) immediately.
He was shocked and didn't say what was written. The mufti said that whoever wrote the scrolls was out to break up our relationship. The man who was invited from India must've been hired to curse us. Also the water we drank in London made us sick. We threw the necklaces into the river. But the mufti said to escape black magic we need to be across the ocean, the effects will still be around us in England. So anyway I was sick of everything already and didn't care what the mufti said. I left my boyfriend and went back to Canada. He followed me the next day and everything was back to normal like before we went to Blackburn, but the damage was done and so was our relationship.
That's my story of the secret black magic against an unsuspecting couple!