Under Demonic Attack

This horror story happened somewhere
between the 3:30 am to 3:50 am range.

The instant I closed my eyes,
my entire body felt weighted down
like bricks were piling on me.
At first, it was a welcomed wave of a deep sleep,
I lacked rest, so it was a relief. Then it
dawned on me what was happening

I couldn’t move except my eyes; I couldn’t speak,
yet my thoughts became my voice.
I knew I needed to call on the name
of Jesus Christ to deliver me from its stronghold
so in my mind, I chanted, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.”
And before I knew it, the fear subsided.

In my paralysis, I’m staring at my bathroom
and something resembling a little girl
turned on the light and started floating
towards me as I laid helplessly yet bravely on my back.
I understood its evil intentions, and as soon as I
received my voice back, I prayed out loud.

Fearless in Jesus Name

I strive for boldness in my imperfect way,
I’ve displayed a strong mentality.

Serving God is not for the feeble
or the faint of heart, just one reservation
could’ve undermined my faith. I’ve crossed
that dreary road countless times before
and struggled to regain my composure.