The Scariest Clients I’ve Ever Had

Alright, let's get real. Being a psychic isn’t all crystal balls and tarot cards. There’s a dark side to it, a side that most people don’t see, and today I’m going to let you in on some of the scariest experiences I’ve had with clients over the years. And trust me, these aren’t your run-of-the-mill “my boyfriend left me, will he come back?” readings. Nah, these are the kind of encounters that make you question if you’re actually messing with forces better left alone.

Let’s kick this off with one of the creepiest clients I ever had the displeasure of reading for. We’ll call her “Miriam” to keep it anonymous, though if she reads this, she’ll know damn well I’m talking about her.

Miriam was this sweet, elderly lady from the Midwest—think your typical grandma vibes, knitting and baking cookies and all that shit. But underneath that granny exterior was something twisted as hell. She came to me for a reading, saying she needed help connecting with her deceased husband. Sounds innocent enough, right? Wrong.

As I started the reading, I immediately felt this overwhelming sense of dread. Now, I’ve felt a lot of shit in my time, but this was different—thick, heavy, like someone had just draped a wet blanket of evil over me. I brushed it off at first, chalking it up to nerves or a bad vibe. But the more I tried to connect, the stronger it got.

Then it happened. Miriam started speaking in this low, guttural voice that was nothing like the sweet old lady who had just been chatting with me. She began telling me things, dark things—about her husband, about how he died, and how she was somehow involved. It was like she was confessing to a murder through a fucking séance. I was shaken, but I had to keep my shit together, right? I mean, what the fuck do you do when a grandma starts channeling some dark entity and confessing to killing her husband?

The session ended abruptly when she let out this blood-curdling scream and collapsed. I was freaked the hell out. I ended the call and just sat there for a good hour, trying to shake off the feeling that something had followed me from that reading. I never heard from Miriam again, and honestly, I didn’t want to.

But that’s not even the worst of it. I had another client, “Jeremy,” who was deep into the occult. I mean, this guy had no boundaries. He came to me asking for a reading, but it quickly turned into something else. Jeremy wanted power—dark power. He was obsessed with summoning demons, and he thought I could help him do it. He was convinced that I had the knowledge and abilities to channel some dark shit that would give him control over people.

Now, I don’t mess with that. I’ve dabbled, sure, but I’ve learned my lesson the hard way. There are forces out there that are better left the fuck alone. But Jeremy wasn’t having any of that. He kept pushing, kept asking, kept trying to pull me into his twisted little world. The energy around him was just… wrong. Like, you could feel the darkness seeping through the screen during our sessions.

One night, after I refused to help him yet again, my lights started flickering, and the temperature in my room dropped like a rock. My cat, who’s usually chill as hell, started hissing at nothing. I ended the call immediately and tried to cleanse my space, but it didn’t feel right for days. Jeremy kept trying to contact me, but I blocked him on everything. I wasn’t about to become some pawn in his demonic game.

There’s also “Darlene,” a client who was so obsessed with me that she thought we were soulmates. At first, she came to me for a standard reading. But after a while, she started crossing lines—lines that no one should cross. She would send me messages at all hours, telling me she could feel my energy, that we were connected in past lives, and that we were meant to be together in this life. She even went so far as to try to perform her own “binding spells” on me.

I’d find strange things on my doorstep—candles, weird symbols drawn in chalk, and once, a fucking dead bird. I had to get the authorities involved when she started showing up at my home, which, by the way, I never gave her the address to. She somehow found it. That shit was terrifying. Thankfully, after a restraining order and some serious spiritual protection work, she backed off. But the fear of her popping up out of nowhere still lingers.

These are just a few of the terrifying experiences I’ve had in this line of work. And while these clients scared the shit out of me, they also taught me a lot about boundaries, energy, and the importance of protecting yourself—both physically and spiritually. There’s a reason not everyone is cut out for this work, and it’s not just because of the emotional toll. There’s real danger out there, and sometimes, it comes wrapped in the most unsuspecting packages.

So, if you’re thinking about diving into the world of psychic readings or the occult, take this as your warning. It’s not all love and light. There’s a dark side to everything, and sometimes, that darkness tries to claw its way into your life. Make sure you’re ready for it, or better yet, make sure you know when to walk the fuck away.

Until next time, stay safe, stay aware, and for the love of all that’s holy (and unholy), keep your boundaries strong. You never know what might be lurking in the shadows.

—Demetri

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