In the previous chapter I forgot to mention I told the ex's sister that I would "take it" for her. I believed she was cursed. Also, I promised the ex that I would always be there for her and her sister, I would always stand by their side. I cannot break my promise. Therefore, I pray that God blesses my future interactions with them.
I wish to tell you a little more about myself. If I desired to become a member, I have an IQ high enough to join the MENSA group. Also, I dropped out of high school due to sever social anxiety and depression. However, after taking the GED practice test I was told I did the best of anyone he's ever seen (straight out of 10th grade) and passed the GED in the top 1% without any practice. I tell you this not boost my credibility, but to give you further insight into my character.
Chapter Two: "Family Chat"
Without further adieu, I will continue to tell my story. This brings us to the night of the demonic attack. As I said in the previous chapter, the demons wanted me. It was 5:00 at night about a year ago and I was in my room relaxing. I was at my grandparents' house and my father came over on a day he usually doesn't. I was told to come upstairs and sit at the kitchen table along with the three of them (both my grandparents and my dad.) The topic? That I was delusional and needed to seek help. There was no true evidence to suggest I was delusional until the point save for telling the two girls that I would kill them if they came to my mother's funeral.
So we all sat at a chair in the table, each one in a different chair from which we usually sit on for dinner. They began by proclaiming evidence that I was delusional, such as walking a lot and drooling at one time by accident. This made absolutely no sense. However, they were very persistent. At one point before things started to become tense I perceived that demons had possessed them. I never made this known out loud so my family should not have been able to know I was thinking they were possessed. As the conversation progressed, what started as a sit down chat became very heated. I was denying that I was delusional and attempted to prove it to them. My granddad at one point stood up and yelled, "I am the man of this house! You do as I tell you!" Also, my father said, "Don't raise your voice at me!" I wasn't raising me voice at all, however they continued to berate me by doing so. My granddad never yells at me.
Now there are three positions from which my family could be coming from. One, that they truly cared and desired for me to get help. Another, that they wished ill will on me. This wouldn't make sense as I know they all love me very much. The last, that they were possessed and the demons wished ill will on me. I believed it was the last. The proof that there were demons present was threefold. My granddad had been close to deaf and before this incident could not hear me or my dad at all. I know this because he was very sensitive and embarrassed about this. However, during this night for some reason he could hear me and actually converse with me and my dad. I started to gently put my hand to my granddad's head as if to cast a demon out and he backed his head away with fear in his eyes. I did not touch him or go through with it or say anything about demons.
The second reason was because as things got heated, I was attempting to keep the peace alone. They were using tactics to against me. I prayed to God to help me in my time of need, for I was walking through the shadow of death. I ceased looking into their eyes and the heated conversation suddenly came to a still. For five minutes they did not talk because I did not look in their eyes. Instead, they sketchily began whispering to each other and walking around without saying a word. I started giggling because I knew what God was doing. I shielded my eyes from them with my hand and I came up with an idea to write down all their arguments to prove that they were wrong. I needed logic, the facts, my knowledge. I took a pen and paper and started saying out loud, "My mind is my castle. My mind is my castle." I did not look in their eyes. As I was saying this there was still no response from my family as I wrote down my arguments for why they were wrong. After I did, they simply began to say that I needed help.
I was seeing a therapist at the time and I refused to call her for an emergency. My dad did. I called her back saying I didn't need the help and that I wasn't delusional. (They were both messages.) I successfully navigated through methodical practice to avoid the therapist. However, as I did things really started to get heated. Suddenly they started saying I needed to immediately call a hospital to have me admitted. As I was praying and trying to keep them away from getting me "help." My granddad slipped away. What he did is my third reason for believing they were possessed.
My granddad went outside. I started to look for him to see what he was up to. I looked outside and he was on the phone- with the police. All this time, understand, I did not raise my voice. I never touched my family, and I sat down just trying to keep the peace and come through this trial by using my mind and praying to God. I leaped over a four foot high railing to get the phone away from my granddad. He looked at me very afraid and he quickly hung up.
EVERYONE came. Police, the police chief, the fire dept., a couple ambulances. All these people walked into my house prepared for an immediate emergency. As I talked to them they were absolutely baffled. Why? Because my granddad had told them, not that I was sitting down peacefully and trying to keep the peace, but that I was absolutely bouncing off the wall going completed insane and that they felt threatened and concerned for their well being. Also, remember I said I never mentioned demons? Guess what? My family said that I was talking about demons. The police told me to sit down as they figured out what was going on. They then came to my chair and all of them were very hesitant and confused because they saw I was acting completely natural. However, because it was three against one they said they needed to take me to a hospital either voluntarily or by force. (What kind of choice is that?)
To this day my family said that I was going absolutely insane. A doctor said that I should not remember that night because I was psychotic. However, trust me. As you can tell I remember that night very vividly. At one point a few months later I was yelling at my dad telling him to tell my little brother the truth about what happened that night. What did he do? HE HID BEHIND A WALL. As he did, his eyes became shifty and I felt a presence. AN UNATURAL presence consuming me. It was not my own fear, but a presence as if an aura was surrounding me. I believe the demon was afraid I was going to make him tell the truth.
Anyways, I was admitted to a hospital. The ambulance driver said I would be out in no time and that everything would be ok, because they understood that my family had lied. ALL of them. ALL the emergency people knew my family had lied. When I arrived at the hospital I was given a bed. I asked God to protect me. My granddad came over to the hospital and asked one of the nurses if it was OK to let me in. She asked for my permission and I gave it to her. He sat down in his chair and started being very sketchy saying things a little louder so the nurses could hear. Raising his voice to say things like "Did you tell them you jumped over a railing?" In other words, he was trying to make me appear I was insane to the nurses. One of the security guards questioned him as to why he couldn't get out of his chair. My granddad made no response.
The nurses caught on to his ill will. Once they did, he started asking me if it was ok to leave. I commanded the demon, "No, it is not ok. You stay right in your chair." He kept saying shifty things like the rail incident. It was as though he couldn't help himself. He kept coming up with excuses to leave like "I need to go to the bathroom, may I leave?" I'd like to talk to your dad outside, may I leave?" "I just want to go for a walk, may I leave?" I was given complete authority through God and the demon kept saying sketchy things. At one point, once the nurses fully realized what was going on I said it was ok to leave if God let's you.
He did go up, but he did not leave that section of the hospital. He kept walking around and the nurses asked him what he was doing. My granddad said, "I can't leave yet." The guards started poking fun at they way he was walking because while some of the nurses believed it was a demon, others that it was due to his ill will. Anyways, he ended up leaving and the nurses told me I would be out of there in no time. What happened at the hospital comes up next.
This ends the second chapter.
