Portal to Hell

By Reynaldo Reyes

Jesus Christ is not a human man, Jesus Christ is a deity.
He can transform himself into anything. Jesus Christ and
his angels can make human beings experience ectoplasm
and can possess you in broad daylight and at night. Any
spirit or deity that can shift-shape himself into anything
like a fog, smoke, fire, clouds, insects, people or animals
is considered not human, suspicious, unknown, scary,
sneaky, secretive, and evil.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 8, 2011
• ISBN: 9781462888771

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Copyright © 2011 by Reynaldo Reyes.

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Contents

Preface

Chapter One

PORTAL TO HELL

Chapter Two

WITCHCRAFT ON 17TH STREET, VOLUME 1

Chapter Three

WITCHCRAFT ON 17TH STREET, VOLUME 2

Chapter Four

THE SCHEME

Chapter Five

THE HARASSMENT

Chapter Six

RESURRECTION TO THE STARS

Chapter Seven

THE CHURCH REUNION

Chapter Eight

VISIONS AND REVELATIONS

Epilogue

A TWISTED, SUPERNATURAL THRILLER

(based on a true story)

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Preface

It is my utmost wish that the accounts of my true life story may affect those who will come to read this book. If even in the smallest way you, the reader, find yourself asking questions about the world and seeing the world in a new way after reading this manuscript, I will feel as if I’ve succeeded. The facts entailed in this work of nonfiction deal with the unexplained or supernatural. In this age of materialism and hard science, many people scoff at the idea of something unseen, but the belief that there isn’t something more out there is in itself a joke. There are many things on Earth that can’t be weighed or measured, categorized or defined. Most often, things out there are not what they seem.

This is the story of my life. These spiritual encounters have plagued me my whole life. They have defined me as a person. It has been my life’s work to communicate my dilemma to people. Some may call it an obsession. I call it a will to truth. The events in my life have been unique and terrifying. They have not been normal. But they are 100% truthful.

Background

When I was fifteen years old, I wanted to be a cartoonist. I wanted to live a simple life, go to school, learn a trade, pick a career, marry and have a family. But something decided that was not meant to be.

Born a gifted artist, I just wanted to live a regular life. However, during my seventeenth year, a dramatic, supernatural event occurred. For the first time in my life, I was given a sight beyond sight. An epiphany, where truths about the supernatural were revealed to me. By 1981, a year later, I was under attack by the same entity that gave me this knowledge. Through the use of witchcraft, this entity allowed dark sorcery to invade my vessel to influence my vision.

Seven years later I had a vision of a futuristic civilization, not from this world. The materials that constructed the city and the architecture of the buildings were unlike anything the modern or ancient world has ever seen. While witnessing the civilization, I possessed a calm tranquility and an inner peace that I had never experienced before.

But the aftermath, in reality, was a frightening experience. In conclusion, I have just skimmed the surface of my life encounters with the paranormal, but as you progress through the book, you will discover more shocking testimony of a spiritual and powerful force that has revealed itself to me since I was a child and throughout my adult life.

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Chapter One

PORTAL TO HELL

MEMOIR: a report or record of important events based on written personal observation or knowledge.

It was my sisters, their friends and me. We were going to a Halloween party at a club called Inferno, located in New York City, on October 31, 1980. My sisters and their friends were all excited. I was helping my sisters with their costumes. While I was making my costume in school, I made a mask of an elephant. At that time I was young and felt it was new and different. But the only thing wrong with the elephant mask was that I made the trunk pointing straight down! One of my sisters, Linda, told me, Rey, you should have made the elephant trunk in a twirl. It would have looked nicer.

The elephant mask came out cool because it looked just like a real elephant. It took me almost a week and a half to finish this mask in school, because the mask was made out of papier mache, and it took almost one week to dry, plus a day or two for the gray, glossy paint to dry on the mask. But I still had a couple of days left before the Halloween party. Finally, I finished the elephant mask; I painted it exactly like a real elephant gray. My art teacher helped me pick out the right color. That’s when I bought a gray pair of pants with a nice, thin, gray tie to match. The shirt was a white button-down short-sleeve with one pocket in the left side of the shirt.

It was evening and I was helping my sisters with their costumes. I started to help my sister Carmen paint her hair silver. She was going as a space girl. My other sister, Maria, was going as a cowgirl and my third sister, Linda, was going as Princess Leia from Star Wars. One of my sisters’ friends, Candy, was dressed like an Indian woman and her other friend, Daisy, was dressed like a She-Devil. My sisters and I were in the house laughing at one another’s costumes.

We were waiting for two more of their girlfriends to show up; it was almost 9:00 p.m. Finally, my sisters’ friends arrived. We were all set to go out and have fun.

While we were all finally together on the train, on our way to Manhattan, people on the train kept looking at us and laughing. We were also laughing at them, but even on the train, we had a great time. When we arrived in the city, we were all waiting to get inside the club Inferno. Finally, we made it inside. It was a perfect club for Halloween, because, in Spanish, inferno means hell! So my family, friends and I made ourselves at home and started meeting people. The club had a multiroom movie screen on the walls, showing humans and demons burning in Hell! Like I said before, this club was made perfectly for Halloween. It was a fun, scary place, and even the name of the club was scary, Inferno.

We all began to have fun and started dancing. Everyone was having a nice time. One of my sister’s friends, Daisy, the one dressed like a She-Devil, kept poking me in the behind with her pitchfork. As the hours passed, later that night, someone in that club pushed me and nearly knocked me down. I didn’t know if the person was drunk or just looking for trouble. And besides, I didn’t even know him. Why would he push me that way? That’s when I started to feel uncomfortable and frightened. It was almost four o’clock in the morning and I was sitting up in the club’s balcony, scared, because the guy that pushed me was staring at me all night with his other friends.

That was the very first time in my whole life that God Himself touched me on the shoulder! I can even tell you the specific songs that the club Inferno was playing at the time God touched me. The date was October 31, 1980. The next morning of Halloween night! I was only seventeen years old and I was still pretty shaken up in that club! I thought the man that pushed me in the club was going to hurt me and the other people in the disco who were giving me dirty looks. I guess they didn’t like my mask, either.

It was almost 4:30 in the morning and it was getting light outside. The Halloween party was over. We made it out of that club, all six of us. We went to eat breakfast in a diner in Manhattan. Then we all went back home. My sisters and I were all exhausted and we went to bed. My other sister’s friends, Daisy and Candy, went to their houses.

The next morning, my sisters and my other two brothers, who, at the time, lived in the same big apartment on 17th Street, were all laughing about last night’s Halloween party at Inferno, because there were a lot of funny costumes that night. There were two girls in the club dressed like stars. You know, the shape of stars. There was even one man with a mask of a bald-headed monster with big, scary eyes! We all had fun that night, except for when that troublemaker pushed me. The Halloween party at the club was on October 31, 1980.

One month later, on December 4, 1980, my mother and I were talking in the kitchen about that night’s Halloween party, while my father was watching television, and my little brother, Paul, was playing with his toys in his room. My mother and I are very close to one another, even up to this day. It was getting late and my three sisters and older brother hadn’t returned home. Anyway, it was Thursday night and they liked hanging out late with their friends. It was around 8:30 p.m. or so; I remember watching a program on television. I swear that the program I was watching that night was a horror flick. In that movie, the monsters looked exactly like the costumed people in the club Inferno. What a weird coincidence that the monster movie finished around 9:00 p.m.!

At that time, my parents had a wooden floor model television. I could remember every piece of furniture in that apartment for the next thousand years! So, after the program was over, while I was watching television, I saw a huge bumblebee in my living room, inside of the lamp shade. It had yellow stripes on it. I mean, it was a huge hornet! The bee had never stung anyone in my family, and, besides, it hadn’t bothered me, so we left it alone. Around 9:38 p.m. that night, I looked outside my living room window and saw a huge star. It was also very bright and shining. Never in my life had I seen such a huge, beautiful star. Then I quickly called my mother, who was in the kitchen cooking, and grabbed her hand, dragging her to the living room. I pointed to the star in the night sky! And I began telling my mother, You see, it’s right there! At that time, my father was sleeping and my little brother was too young to understand what was happening. Meanwhile, my older brother, who was eighteen years old, and my sisters were hanging out all night and hadn’t come home.

I was seventeen years old, but I had a photographic memory. I had no friends at that time around me because of my young age. Besides, I was always upstairs in my house with my family. That night my mother and I couldn’t believe that we had seen such a huge star. It wasn’t a regular star, because of its size and brightness. Afterwards I went to the library and looked up Astronomy of the Cosmos, and found out that what I saw that night was similar to the Star of Polaris. Meanwhile, my mother had gone to rest in her room with my father. I remained near the living room window from where the star had emerged. Around 10:45 p.m., I noticed a strange phenomenon. The bumblebee had disappeared without a trace. I looked all over the whole apartment and it was gone! At the same time that the star had vanished into thin air! What an odd coincidence!

It was a little after 11:00 p.m. and none of my sisters or older brother had returned home yet. That moment, I turned off the television and stood by the window where the mysterious star had disappeared. It was a scary, silent moment. That’s when all of a sudden, as I was sitting at the side of the window near the kitchen door in the living room, the whole kitchen lit up in flames for about two or three seconds. Then it disappeared. Whoever was inside of the flaming Portal came out in an invisible form and dragged one of my living room chairs five feet across the room! My whole face and body turned pale. That’s when I fell into a deep shock. My parents came running out of their rooms when they heard my scream. They started asking me what had happened, but I was too nervous and confused to explain. After my parents calmed me down, I tried to get some sleep, but I was still shaken up from that evil experience. It was exactly 11:10 p.m.

My mother decided to make a special kind of tea to see if it would calm me down, and hopefully, I would fall asleep! Forty minutes later, I was a little calm but still shaken. I went to my room, but lay awake in my bed. It was almost midnight. It seemed that my family was sound asleep. That’s when I heard frightening footsteps approaching me. It was coming from inside of my room! That’s when I started getting scared. I mean, really scared! It sounded like those footsteps were coming from a spiritual world. My heart was beating really fast at the approach of the unknown entity. My whole room started to smell like the essence of fire. Then my body started to smell like roses. Even my breath started smelling like fire! I quickly lost control of my bodily liquids, and I began urinating on myself! That’s when I began screaming in intense fear and crying. I was having a nervous breakdown! That’s when my parents rushed into my room and found my face and body white as a sheet and my lips had turned purple! My parents immediately rushed me then to Kings County Hospital for Children, located on 451 Clarkson Avenue in Brooklyn, New York. I was seventeen when I experienced my first unknown encounter with the supernatural!

One year later, I was with my family in the same apartment. We had company that day in the house and it happened to be my mother’s friends. We were having a nice time. As it was getting late in the day, my mother’s company went home and I remember that my sisters and I were all playing cards. Some of my sisters had gone out with their friends and I stayed in the room, watching television. I went to sleep at 11:30 p.m. I was dreaming a regular dream, until something kept waking me up. And at the same time I couldn’t breathe, until I finally woke up. But I remained awake in bed. That moment I started to hear the kitchen faucet turning off and on, like someone was playing with it. I thought twice about getting up from my bed, but I did it anyway. I turned on the light in my room and walked to pass the dining room area into the kitchen without turning the lights off. Everyone in my family was asleep. So I went back to my room and turned off the light. I stayed awake in my bed, thinking.

One hour later I was trying to get to sleep, but I couldn’t. That’s when the strange noise from the kitchen started again! This time it sounded like things or objects falling in a slow manner. Then the faucet was turning on and off again! That’s when I saw my whole room become completely different. I even lost track of time throughout the night. This time I was too scared to get up from my bed. That’s when an alien entity attacked me from behind. It was also trying to steal my breath! I was crying and calling for my parents, because I was in a state of shock and too frightened to get up from my bed. That’s when something touched me on the side of my arm. It was a pale, ugly hand, with red veins sticking out of its skin! I only saw this hand for two or three seconds. Then it disappeared quickly. Not only did my