I was an astrologer – here's how it really works, and why I had to stop
The man was agitated, with red-rimmed eyes and clammy skin. “Help me,” he said. “I’m under a curse.” At first it was just flickering lights, he said. And then a figure, at the edge of his vision. Now something grabbed his fingers or stroked his arm. There was more – and it was happening more frequently.