re: Do You Believe In Demons?

I'll tell it, but I'll probably be weird from now on

So my family moved to this house in Arizona when I was in 5th grade. It was nice, big, and two stories. I don't think I ever really had a good night's rest during our 4 years there.

Well, one night I went to sleep and I woke up. I woke up, but I didn't have any control over my body. My body gets up, opens the door of my room, and I begin walking down the stairs. This whole time I'm thinking to myself, "I wonder what I'm doing?" My body walks across the open living room to my parent's room, and proceeds to open their door. As soon as I'm inside, my body starts screaming like a friggin' maniac in whatever language it made up. In my head I'm still thinking, "What's going on?" My parents obviously wake up and they're confused as hell. They're asking me what's wrong, but I can't mouth anything because my body is going psychotic.

Suddenly my body makes a break for their bathroom, and it throws up until water is the only thing that's coming out. My mom is panicking and my dad just thinks I'm having a nightmare. After exhausting itself, my body scampers away to their closet, hides in a pile of clothes gathered up in the corner and falls asleep. I just remember hearing my dad saying, "It'll be ok" to my mom.

I don't know when, but before the morning my body walks back upstairs to my room from their closet. Same thing. I can think, but I can't control anything. When everybody is awake the next day, I have all control of my body again. For some reason I go down to my parent's room to apologize for the craziness last night, but they don't remember a thing.

Another time I had fallen asleep in the living room on the couch, and when I woke up my body was angry as hell. My thoughts again, "Why am I mad?" My body grabs my glasses and tries to smash the frame. When it can't, it throws them across the floor repeatedly. During this time, curses are flying out of my mouth like a sailor which surprises my thoughts (I was a good kid). And as suddenly as it started I suddenly regain all control and start bawling. "Why am I mad?" I start hyperventilating, panicking, and call 911. Thank God for the operator getting me to slow my breathing. Fire truck and ambulance pull up and they check up on me. My parents come home from work at that time and are freaked out at the sight of all the emergency vehicles.

Possession? Maybe. I was spiritually very high at the time, and the house just didn't gel with me. Outside of that house, I have never had a problem like those two episodes. I've also heard some bad stuff from past church leaders who have gone abroad to serve in rural areas too. Freaky stuff out there...

Yes, I believe in demons.