Black Magic Battle

Once the first two black magic guys gave up and resided to their fate that they'd be dead soon, Hong found another guy whom I referred to earlier as "Vietnamese Black Magic Guy #3". This guy was mixed, according to Jasmine, and was in his mid-twenties. Jasmine said she thinks his grandfather was French. This guy had a strong reputation throughout the deep south of Vietnam as a very powerful voodoo guy and was about a 2-hour car drive from Hong's village deep in the mountains. Jasmine warned me that he was very powerful and that the attacks would be much stronger than what I was used to. She said I didn't need to worry too much, but that my great-grandmother didn't want me to drink alcohol during the full moon for the first few months, he was attacking me. As usual, Jasmine was right; the first attack from this guy was off the charts. It was during the full moon in March 2017, and as I was lying in bed, I heard a loud sound of banging on what seemed like my front door. I jumped up to check, but no one was there, nor did my Ring Doorbell catch any movement. I thought, damn, W.T.F. was that? I would find out soon enough because 20 minutes later, as I drifted off to sleep, it's as though a theatre curtain ripped open over my eyelids. Everything became bright, vivid, and insane as I found myself in a different dimension of sorts. Several human-looking evil people were in my face looking either angry or laughing as weird energy swirled all around me. It was pure chaos. I remember a western-looking guy within inches of my face as I choked him while screaming, "Do you think you're going to kill me mother-fucker"? After a few minutes of this, I woke up with my heart beating a mile a minute as I heard a fast-crackling sound coming from my nose. The rest of the night, I kept hearing the banging sound "4 knocks" every few minutes, but nothing happened once I fell asleep. The audio clips below are discussions regarding my battle with this guy from the start until his death six months later.