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The Power of Christ Compels You!

"I have a 12 year old daughter named Emily. Emily is a tough little girl, she doesn’t let things bother her, she doesn’t get mad easily, she doesn’t get scared easily, she basically just doesn’t show her feelings.

Although she may not seem like a very sensitive kid she seems to always pick up on things most of us choose to overlook, she just doesn’t let it bother her, well most of the time. We have had some abnormal things happen in my home in the past, things moved out of their place, people walking down the hall, dogs growling at things that we could not see. I never mentioned these things to my children of course out of fear of scaring them. The other girls never seemed to notice anything but Emily did, she picked up on everything I did. She would mention things but I always tried to make light of them.

One night a couple months ago I put my kids to bed and finished up things around the house before going to bed myself. I had the hardest time falling asleep that night and once I fell asleep the nightmares that I had still haunt me to this day. I remember waking up to a loud banging noise twice that night but I literally could not get up, it was like I was still dreaming. But that was nothing compared to what Emily experienced that night. 

When my alarm went off the next morning it felt like I hadn’t slept at all. I got up and stumbled into the girl’s room and when I opened the door Emily slowly sat up, looked at me and immediately fell to pieces. She ran to me and clung to me like she never had before. For almost an hour she wouldn’t speak, she just held on to me and cried. After calming her down I sat down with Emily and listened to her describe something straight out of a horror movie.

She had fallen asleep with her tv on and she woke up around 3 am and started feeling around for the remote to turn it off.  As she patted around her bed the tv went off. Thinking she had hit the remote she thought nothing else of it and rolled over and closed her eyes. Within a couple of minutes she heard a noise in the closet like someone was moving around, she called out “Mom? Is that you” and the noise stopped.  She laid there for a second and the noise started again this time louder. She said she was too scared to move. The closet door began to open and she heard footsteps coming toward her bed, she turned toward the wall and began to pray. Again the noise stopped, she decided to look and see if anything was there. As she looked toward the closet she saw the back of three tall black figures standing in her room, she said they were so tall they were almost slouched over just to fit into the room, their faces looked like melted skin and their eyes were a fiery red, their arms were long and finger nails even longer. She said they smelled like something dead. As she was looking at them one turned quickly and came toward her at very fast pace but stopped before it reached her bed. She was frozen and couldn’t move. This thing stood over her and squealed a demonic scream at her and began speaking in a language she had never heard. The other two joined in as if they were chanting something and then started moving toward her. She said no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t turn away this time, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, the only thing she could do was close her eyes and begin praying in her head.

This didn’t stop them, the chanting actually got louder. They began to circle her bed, dragging their nails across the sheets on the bed and clawing the walls as they passed. They lifted the end of her bed up and down and shook it as if to get her to fall out but she didn’t move, still frozen there with no other option but to continue to pray. She said all of a sudden the noise stopped but then she felt something press down on the bed, and then on her pillow next to her, as she opened her eyes she was eye to eye with this evil creature, its hot breath on her face, moving her hair with each breath it took. Every once in a while it would growl “Emily” in between breaths. She said Mom I laid with that thing in my bed for hours face to face and I couldn’t move. They left when you opened the door.

I held my daughter a good part of the day vowing to never let her be alone again. I can’t imagine how that child felt laying there with this evil entity. The following weekend as I was packing up her room to move, it was the first time anyone had been in there since the night this happened, I was taking down a picture on her wall and below it was claw marks, just as she described. I then pulled the blankets off the bed only to find the sheets and part of the mattress had been shredded the only piece intact was exactly where she had laid.

I may not have been able to stop those things myself but I thank God I taught my child how to pray or God only knows what they would’ve done to her that night.  The power of God is amazing; they circled all around her but never touched a hair on her head."