This was a long time ago when I didn’t bother with anything, before the internet. My stepdaughter was being physically and sexually abused. I had tried the authorities. I tried turning to family. I was literally the only person in her life that gave a crap.
I had an altar cloth I’d made myself and hand-embroidered with thread. I would put it in the spare bedroom of the house we rented, light a candle, and pretty much concentrate on something being done for her. I was targeting the wrong person it turns out, but I wanted them dead because I thought they were the culprits. The cards even had confirmed it. Then I’d leave the candle running.
One day I woke up and literally one half of the cloth had been burned. I mean perfectly, too. There was a square burn mark in the floor, and the cloth had been burned away and cut off at a clean edge. I stopped doing the spell.
Shortly thereafter her stepuncle fell to his death off a building, and then it came out he was the sexual abuser. Well, one of them. Her mother and stepfather it turned out later weren’t any better - but by the time I learned that she barely remembered me and was 18 years old so out of my hands.
Lesson in this is you shouldn’t assume. I’m glad I set my spells to direct at the guilty, so the innocent aren’t harmed. The right person was removed from her life.
Never have tried anything so hard like that again, really. I’m usually content to put out a thought and hope for things to straighten out. I’m a lazy person.