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A demon got in my room through the window and began to put my clothes on. He spent the night looking at himself in the mirror. I was scared and very insulted because all my clothes smelt like sulphur. Then I got an idea to take the mirror to the henhouse. Thanks to the Virgin of Zapopan, the devil didn’t come back. Now he visits my neighbor’s room because she smells like sulphur and she has a very beautiful mirror.

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Our house was filled with naughty devils. They made noise, broke everything and were unbearable. I prayed the Virgin of Guadalupe, and she appeared glowing and ordered the demons to obey me in everything. Now the little demons help me to dress up and clean the house. They seem to be pleased doing all this. So we are all happy.

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I was very lonely but then a devil began visiting me. He was caring and attentive with me. I knew he was a devil, but his gifts conquered me. I thank the Virgin of Guadalupe because she sent me a good man and we fell in love with each other, so I forgot the devil because nothing good would have come of that relationship.

I went to a blind-date to a dance with a women who appeared to be very nice on the phone and had a very sexual voice. But to my surprise she turned out to be a she-devil. And he was accompanied by another couple of devils. I was very scared, so I had only one dance with her and then slipped away pretending I was going to the bathroom. I thank the Virgin of San Juan for I could escape from the demons without any damage.

Virgin of the Solitude, I thank you for giving me courage to deal with all sort of clients working here in “The Hell” as a whore.

Julia
Oaxaca, Mexico, 1962

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One night two she-devils appeared on our bedroom. They were certainly came to take my husband with them because he’s a gambler, a drinker and a womanizer. I was angry and scared. So I took the rosary and prayed the Virgin of Zapopan for protection. Thanks to the power of the Virgin the she-devils disappeared and only left a sulphur smell in the room. I thank the Virgin for my husband didn’t wake up during this because he would certainly have gone with them.

Some kind of naughty devils possessed my dresser. They crumple my clothes and made holes in my stockings and underwear. I prayed to the Virgin of Guadalupe for a divine intervention. With the Virgin’s help and with a bottle of holy water I managed to get rid of the devils. However, sometimes I sprinkle holy water on my clothes so they wouldn’t come back.

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I thank you, Virgin of Carmel, for giving me this body with which I have a job and no end of clients.

La China
Oaxaca, Mexico, 1978

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Carlota Valdez fell ill with fever. The night she felt pricks. She saw a lot of little red devils. They jumped on her bed and pricked her with their tridents. Carlota thought it was the end and the devils came after her because she used to gossip a lot with her friend Lupe. Carlota prayed to the Virgin of Zapopan promising not to gossip again if the Virgin would save her. The Virgin sent a ray of light that frightened the devils. They disappeared, and the next morning Carlota woke up alive and feeling better.

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Thank you, Virgin of Guadalupe, because I understood that the woman is just like the devil. That’s why my wife is a bitch.

Jasinto Peña
Oaxaca, Mexico, 1966

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Nobody wanted to buy the artist Pedro Macias’s landscape paintings. He thanks Saint Michael the Archangel for giving him the inspiration to paint ugly devils which turned out to be very lucrative.

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July 30, 1958, the devil got inside my body, and I was going to kill my husband with the kitchen knife. But the Virgin of Zapopan held my arm from doing such a thing. I give thanks.

The devil pricked my head with his trident. It caused me a terrible pain. I couldn’t do anything, only sat quietly in the penumbra suffering. I prayed to Saint Peter Martyr who had suffered the same way. The saint took pity upon me and my pain began to going away. I haven’t had a headache ever since. Thanks for that.

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