I was a Vampire that drank the incarnate people's blood in "black magic" rituals. From that time, I only remember of myself arrested between two worlds, enslaved by force above mine.

I did not have self-will, although for those that talked with me, I seemed a normal person.

My thought was not mine. My intelligence was not mine, and my actions resulted of my disturbed mind. Nevertheless, I was not always like this.

Everything began when the bankruptcy and serious financial troubles that impelled me to look for easy and fast solutions for the difficulties faced.

I sought a "witch ´services" from which, I became his assiduous customer more and more involved in a sordid and perverse plot that put me to lose.

Firstly, I just killed animals until I became insensitive to the painful deaths of them and accepting as something natural.

Then, I learned to enjoy the warm blood, which sensations left me very well.

I still remember the pleasure I felt sipping the fresh sap of life, after being numbed by smell of herbs offered to the participants in that place before each death. Nevertheless, the pleasure passed quickly and the weight of the prison came with chains that tied me strongly where we practiced the ignoble actions.

I do not know how long I involved myself to such terrible practices, not even when I died. However, I still bring in my mind, events and fights with horrendous beings seeking blood to appease the insatiable thirst, the terror of walking in dangerous places, despair of finding frightening beings, but unable to face them.

When I prayed to God asking for mercy, a flash of humanity involved me, and then, I could meet my mother that crying so that I asked to God forgive me and corrected me of such vile addiction.

Until that instant, I did not know how dependent I was of consumption of blood, drug addict and desire to kill and usurp my victims' vital fluid.

Since then, I sought a path of redemption.

I feel shame and frightened now.

I have moments of complete disgust of myself, following by strong impulse of sometimes committing suicide, without success. Then, I realized I was dead.

I started to receive the periodic visits of nurses and psychologists that so much helped me to recover the mental sanity and feeling human again.

Sometimes, when I fail again, I have impulses of moving forward to attack my benefactors and when I recover the conscience, larger shame and disgust I feel. How could I harm those that help me? How did I get to this point?

When I knew about a Group gathering testimonies of former Vampires to alert people on consequences of addiction, I realized my story could be useful.

It was the time to accept the suffering and join hands with God, the only one able to help us.

Everything as promise of easy solution, distrust and flee, because can be trap, and from a simple one failed, debtor like me, you can become a weak, disgusting and enslaved Vampire.

I ask you to address a message of pardon and gratitude to my mother, so that she knows that I am trying, thanks to her, to leave that life, and sooner be ready to restart.

Psychologists taught me that hope is the fuel of committed mind, because tomorrow will always be another day full of new renewal opportunities.

Be you in Peace.

Denis - former Vampire - GESH - 10/04/2013 - Vitoria/ES - Brasil.