As always you can listen to this story on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O9QWzIP-a7Q
Daddy was a preacher, an angry violent man behind closed doors. As a husband & father: arrogant, condescending, demeaning, humiliating, self-absorbed & pathologically narcissistic.
In 2013, I hadn’t spoken to Daddy in a couple of years & woke up in the night with the feeling that someone was standing by my bed. I tried to shake it off & go back to sleep several times. It got so intense that I went to the living room & slept on the sofa. The next day, I found out that Daddy had died the night before.
The next night, it was as if two fists pounding down on the bed behind me. If I drifted back to sleep, it would happen again & again until I rebuked it in Jesus’s name. Then it would be gone for just that night. Three months of similar things happening in my bedroom. One night it was as if someone turned on a flashlight 6 inches from my eyes & flipped it back & forth a dozen times. It was so bright that I winced & turned my head. Things like that. Nightly rebuking it, I seemed to have pushed it out of my room.
The next three months, at night when I was trying to sleep, I would hear 3 sharp taps on my bedroom window or door. Again I rebuked it & seemed to have pushed it away from my bedroom.
The third three months, there were poltergeist type things that happened during the day in the rest of the house: lights flashing like strobes in my eyes, things flying across the room by themselves, etc.
The last three months, it was things being put into my thoughts like you’re using too much shampoo or toilet paper. Names Daddy used to call us like stupid, good-for-nothing, worthless, jackass, etc. These made me laugh since I had come to terms with that decades earlier. It began making excuses for the way Daddy treated us. I finally got angry & told it, there’s no excuse for that. Accept responsibility for your actions & repent or go to hell where you belong. It was finally gone.
I believe it was a generational, religious demon trying to get me to accept it so it could attach to me. Mission fail I’d say & I’m glad its gone. At least I hope its gone.
