After I had a seizure it became very easy to understand how people used to believe such a thing. I don't remember any of it, but from what I was told it was scary, and what I do remember once I came is that I was very frightened and totally confused. I realized a deal of time had passed as the sun was setting now (it was still bright and sunny when I lost consciousness) and I don't even know if I crawled away from this group of people near me and towards some trees because of the fear of nausea that did have me puking, and when I puked I saw bright red blood. I puked again in the ambulance, checked the bag for blood, saw none and forgot about that until a day or so later and I noticed my tongue hurt like hell.