My Husband and me experienced a mimic

Hey everyone. I’ve been in this group for a while but never had anything wild enough to post — at least not until now.

Back in October, me and my husband got into it about whether the paranormal is real. He’s Christian, I’m Norse pagan, so we go back and forth about that stuff all the time. He told me, “If it’s real, prove it.”

For context: he always wore a cross filled with protection crystals, sealed in black wax, and he used to have a spell jar hanging with it too. Extra protection, you know?

Anyway — that night we were outside talking about doing a summoning ritual (I know, stupid idea in hindsight). Mid-conversation, the spell jar on his necklace just snapped. The cork, the wax — clean break, like a perfect ring around the top. Everything spilled. No force, no snag, nothing.

He showed me and instantly I got this horrible feeling. I buried the jar and the herbs right there in the dirt, drew a rune over it, and told him that wasn’t a good sign at all. I basically dragged him inside and said a protection chant at the door for both of us.

Well.

Whatever it was — it didn’t care.

Later that night he started freaking out, saying something was grabbing at him and that he saw this tall, pitch-black figure. He said sometimes it looked like my face — distorted — and other times like a half-rotted deer skull. He was in tears, clutching his cross, pressed into the corner of the couch like he wanted to disappear. He said it kept whispering his name.

Then one of my grandmother’s snow globes got thrown off the shelf. A deer skull we had fell with it, and on its forehead was a red, damp cross. That’s when he showed me his necklace — the cross was bent like something had forced it, and the black wax looked clawed out. I checked his nails, made sure he didn’t do it himself. He even tried to bend it again and couldn’t.

He panicked and dragged me outside toward a nearby Catholic church, saying he needed to get onto holy ground. But when we got there — we both saw it. Tall. Dark. Just standing at the church entrance like it was blocking the door.

I started chanting, and he pulled me back, totally terrified.

We ran home. I lit incense, threw black salt, cleansed the space, cleansed us. I fixed his cross, but even now he still sees it sometimes — usually at night. He tells it, “You’ve proved your point. Leave,” but it just… watches.

So we’ve been cleansing, and leaving offerings because whatever it is keeps acting like it’s trying to be me.

We’re honestly just stuck hoping we’re doing the right thing.