Category: Demons

Why do Catholic Priests have to do Exorcisms and not an other denomination?

Asked by Al

First of all, I know there already is a question with same title and I read some of it, but I really need an answer for my personal situation. And please, forgive my bad English, I’m trying as I can.

How I know I’m talking about demon? I’ve met some protective “entities” of my friends in past, they were mostly white, look androgyny, but somewhere inside of me I knew if it’s man or woman. With seeing them I always felt calm, fine and relaxed, not scared in any way even though that experience was unexpected and surprising.

My entities causes fear, darkness, cold and power. I can’t see faces, they’re black and smoky. Yes, there is not just one, I know about two at least. I know that they’re not going to hurt me, but in their presence I feel uncomfortable and little scared. It’s some inner feeling I cannot change even I’d love to.

They are around me since I can remember, so I’m used to them, but still I sense what I do.

How are they protecting me?

I would be dead three times by now without them. Two times I heard their voices, once I had one of them inside of me, it moved my body to protect me, but before it was talking to me, saying what to do, but I haven’t been listening.

It has man voice, sometimes I hear it talk to me in my head. Mostly I can’t hear what they’re saying, just few words, but they’re always nice to me.

Once I wanted to have sex with a stranger, I heard voice in my head telling me that the man is ill, to get rid of him.

What else they do?

They’re not happy when I keep in touch with “people of light”. My friend, he’s very nice person, he would do everything for everyone, want nothing in return. He started feeling sick in my company, when we were together, those demons were always near. They also went to his home to freak him out.

If someone is laughing to me about something, it always returns to them. It’s like eye for an eye, just maximized. For example – if someone was rude to me because I had acne skin, it returned and now that person has face full of scars. When my friend made jokes about me because I hadn’t have sex yet, she didn’t since then, it’ s for 8 years now on. I have hundred experiences like this.

I was in touch with “white witch”, she wanted to figure out who I am and she can’t, like if something makes her blind, after some unsuccessful trying she wanted meet me in person, but she never did, she’s dying right now.

Devil in my life?

Yes, I’ve spoke to him once. He came to me by himself. It was really interesting experience. So much power. But I felt I don’t need to worry, he doesn’t want to hurt me. He offered me knowledge, to be his “student”. He wanted nothing in return, we just shaked hands. Till then all that demons disappeared and I can’t sense them no more.

I have to say that I’ve never summon anything. All these things came by itself. I’m not evil person, never killed anyone, sometimes I did hurt, but nothing serious, never made real damage to anyone and never really wished. I’m quite and gentle person, little bit cold and logical. But my inner feelings are for darkness. I feel bounded and attached to them. Not by force, it’s just me. I feel better in darkness. Light freaks me out. I don’t respect god and I don’t like him. I can’t explain you why because I have no idea. But when I’m listening to myself, it’s there, inside of me, inside my personality and everything who I am.

Do anyone of you know what is happening?

Thank you very much for every answer.

Asked by Raven

I remember instances of this as far back as I have memory. On my sister’s first birthday, I was three. It’s the furthest back I can remember the strangeness, even if my family claims I did similar all throughout the years I don’t remember. Talking about Christ in the Garden before I was old enough to know, things like that. They always said they saw an ancient spirit in my eyes, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I was three and I had a wind-up T-rex- I was always in love with dinosaurs- and I had it walk down the stairs. I marveled at how unimpressive the first fall was, I guess, and decided to toss it down instead. It bounced off of the wall and into the unfinished basement and I decided to go find it, but as I approached I got a sudden feeling of fear. I remember as I peeked into the basement, I saw an unfamiliar man, strangely tall and half swallowed by the shadows. He said nothing as he watched me. I don’t remember exactly how I reacted, but I do know I insisted to my mom that a man was down there and I didn’t want to look for my toy.

This was the beginning of a lifetime full of oddities.

I won’t say my real name, but for this I’ll be known as my lifelong nickname, Deja’Vu, or ‘Vu’ for short. Yeah, it’s an odd nickname, but it closely resembles my real name and it’s easier to remember. Anyway, I’m the better part of eighteen-years old, I have two cats – Wayne and Lilo – and I am an aspiring author and occult enthusiast. Well, to a point.

You see, I don’t have much of a choice in this matter. I was born into two families with a long history of traits such as astral projection, wound healing through energy, various hauntings on both sides, and so much more. On my mother’s side, my grandmother was made a shaman a while ago, for example. She is the one that can heal with energy, a trait I have inherited and a trait that would require feeling to believe. Other than genetics, however, there’s the fact that no matter how much I ignore them, demons follow me wherever I go.

It should be noted that I did think I had schizophrenia for a long time, but acting on trying to get a treatment plan when I was fourteen via coming out to my parents and asking for it, a string of events convinced my parents and myself that none of this is in my head. The cuts and bruises I used to wake up with were not self-inflicted. The shadows I saw following me were not hallucinations. My ribs were injured severely by one of these beings, a wound that I had to go to the hospital for. My parents have been attacked. One of my friends were possessed and tried to kill me. I always knew things I shouldn’t have been able to know, like the history of houses and where objects were that people had lost. I should have just accepted the truth of my childhood, the fact that every time I said “Mommy, the ghost here doesn’t like it when you leave the doors open” or “My cousin’s imaginary friend isn’t an imaginary friend…” it happened to be true. Completely. We’d move away shortly after and secretly it had always been because I was right and my parents experienced it firsthand. You just hear ‘ghosts don’t exist’ and ‘if you see people standing over your bed, you might need to see a therapist’ so many times you start to wonder.

I don’t wonder anymore.

I can’t remember how old I was, but it began in a dream. I would ‘wake’ in a void black nothingness, no ground, sky, or ceiling in sight despite feeling something hard underfoot. I would realize that I was in a labyrinth, walls just as black as the void they were made in and interrupted only by an occasional mirror that showed my reflection oddly mirrored. I was so young at the time, but in the dream I was older. In my twenties, maybe. As I would accept the familiarity of that face, I would turn at the sound of claws against something smooth and hard. Terror would grip me and I would see a monster before me. At first it was like a large, white wolf with hands and elongated fingers rather than paws. It’s fur was matted and missing in patches and its eyes had a milky-white blindness about it. Each time I had a dream it would look even more sick, even more covered in festering wounds and mange. Each time I had the dream, it looked more humanoid. After each dream I’d wake feeling as though I was being choked, horrified, and a man would be in my room.

“You can’t run from me. You are mine,” He would say. I’d always get so sick afterward, I wouldn’t be able to stand, wracked with chills and fevers and stomach aches that only got increasingly worse each time he visited me. I had to get a blessing for my illness, but after the blessing the dreams and the man never appeared again… or so I think/thought.

We moved a lot and somehow my parents always seemed to find the most haunted of homes for us. A house where we would scrub mold away from our walls with bleach, go to bed, and find it exactly as it was before we scrubbed. A house where our cousin got an ‘imaginary friend’ and my parents were attacked after they saw said ‘imaginary friend’, a house where a demon liked to turn the bathroom lights off while you were in the shower and attack you in all manners of ways. Better seen in some documentary or amateur ghost hunter’s show than lived in, you know? Well, it was in the latter house where I think I next saw him.

I had been trying to figure out more about my psychic capabilities and decided to check off around 3:00am, a normal thing for me since I tend to have a little bit of nocturnal tendencies and mild insomnia. That night in particular I remember looking outside my basement window at the moon and thinking about how I would much rather be outside running around because I was that hyper. From the corner of my eye, however, I saw something move. Looking toward the source, where the stairs had a wall that came out about a foot into the room. At first I thought it was the shadow of the dip the stair wall caused moving as my pupils focused and unfocused, but I soon learned the contrary. Not only did it move as though it was hesitating after being caught, but it cut off at an odd angle, more like a head that didn’t meet the ceiling than a wall that did. Once I noticed this, the shadowy cloud, which was roughly seven feet tall, sprang back and I felt my energy plummet. I almost passed out, but I wasn’t scared. I was used to this sort of thing by that time, but I have never felt my energy zapped that quickly. I was clinging to consciousness, collapsed on my bed and straining to keep my eyes on it. It moved forward until it stood in front of me, the cloudy form coalescing into a man. I remember that all I could focus on before passing out was a thin, colorless smile that filled me with darkness. The smile alone held the most evil that anything I had encountered before seemed to pale in comparison. Yet I was not afraid.

I woke in a strange place, much like a rich manor that oscillated between being decrepit and extravagant. I was in a dining hall, but the long table beside me had been cleared away to make room for sacred geometry. He was there, and again his appearance refused to solidify itself in my memory. His clothes, again, oscillated between a nice suit and armor decorated with what looked like animal bones. It was the bones I had seen before I passed out. He was flanked by two hooded males wearing plain white masks. One was the average height of a man, lithe in stature, and the other was short and stout. The man in question was taller than the average-sized man, again at seven feet, but looked proportionate despite the fact that most humans that grow tall tend to have disproportionate limbs or otherwise. He just looked larger overall, although lean.

He spoke with me at length about something I can’t quite remember. Something involving my soul and asking me to join something or sign myself onto something. He was very polite and spoke kindly, amazing etiquette that set the mind at ease despite the intense evil coming from him. I remember being impartial, so rather than sign myself into something detrimental, I asked him a question. I know as soon as I asked it, his smile fell away for the first time and he almost seemed sad, but he obliged. He walked forward and put his hands on my head, showing me what I wanted to know. I told him no after.

“You can’t run from this, Vu,” He told me, “You were destined (for it).”

I woke with my laptop under my bed – even though it was on my bed when I passed out – and I was tucked in… even though I passed out without being near the pillows or the blanket.

I would have thought this a dream, but my friend, we will call him Blade for his knife obsession, suddenly told me one day about a man who kept standing over his bed. Seven feet tall, face refusing to be recognized, the feeling that he was smiling, and flanked by three hooded figures. Two males, one average and thin, but fit, and the other short and fatter. Both wore white masks. A girl was with them as well, wearing a plague doctor’s mask, only with a much shorter ‘beak’. I was surprised, having never told him my story, and assured him not to trust the demon. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and told my boyfriend… we’ll call him Hawk. In turn, my boyfriend freaked out and told me that his friend, we’ll call him Walker, was telling him a similar story not too long before. Walker’s friend, a girl, decided to accept the man’s deal and often visited Walker to talk about joining it.

Three people all describing the same group and demeanor.

I have been seeing the man around, too. Mostly on my walks at night, but he’s there. I never see him in my home, a place that I have protected against all except my “poltergeist“, who has become like a friend that antagonizes people that cause me problems… but it’s late and that’s a story for another time.

Asked by Vu

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The other day my friend and I went to visit her deceased sister and grandfather,. Following the visit that friend spent the next for 4 days. Every night I would get woken up. I would wake up and see a figure over her, when I screamed in attempt to wake her up, it was gone.

Another night I woke up, staring at her face not even 2 inches away her eyes looked sewn shut as well as her mouth.

The entire time my friend was her it gave me an uneasy feeling.

Any theories or ideas?

Asked by Wendy

I have been haunted it seems by 2 Filipina women (late teens or 20’s I’d say), (or a demon disguising itself as so?),… and I live in Canada.

My entire life I have had contact with Spirit, and have always been highly intuitive/psychic, so I know this isn’t just a spirit. It’s not something I want to intentionally try to make communication with to find out what it is or what it wants. I am curious though if there is an ancient entity that torments people.

One of the most disturbing/frightening things was through my dream/on the astral plane.

It took place in the house I grew up in, however everything was remodeled, and these 2 Filipina girls were there. I could smell rotting blood, so I looked around to find out what it was. The 2 girls were standing there staring at me. Then I could really smell rotting flesh. Blood was streaming down the walls in the basement, and rotting flesh was coming through the ceiling. I knew it was the girls, (that they were some sort of evil), so I ran upstairs. When I got into the kitchen I could hear a sizzling, but nothing was cooking. I screamed as I could sense the evil, and it threw me up to the ceiling.

That is only one instance. There have been several, and I have woken up with bruises.
I’m not too sure what to think of this.

Asked by Jenna

I just want to know if anyone knows anything about people who are able to sense demons.

Why would someone start being able to sense demons and have dreams of demons?

Asked by Caitlyn

I have a friend and neighbor who is being tormented (since 5yrs. Old) by an unseen force.

When I went to see her, and told her I’m not afraid to help her. I’m a true believer in the holy trinity, so the lord is my shepherd. But again when I got close to her and asked god in the name of our lord Jesus Christ is when stuff started to happen.

She started to talk in unknown language. And every time in Jesus name I ask that the blood of the lamb to be over her and protect her. It hid her face from me and growled at me saying no don’t, no no no. As she waved her arm behind her as to motion stop.

I stopped there and went home to find help and bring her a cup of coffee (Something she loves). I wasn’t gone long but when I returned the drive and yard was filled with emergency vehicles. And they took her away, saying to her mother she was having a withdrawal from a medicine she takes.

I knew better but they would not understand the truth. It goes on but this is enough to start with.

Asked by sue

My friend was diagnosed with Schizophrenia about a year ago; they say it’s self made.

If you knew this friend before he was diagnosed, you’d know him to be a very creative, generous, loving, good natured, kind person. For the past 5 months I’ve been receiving death threats almost daily regarding me and my boyfriend.

My boyfriend does not believe that our friend is himself anymore and believes that there’s an underlying problem other than the schizophrenia.

My friend lives in a different country and does not believe in the paranormal. Anytime you bring up the bible or anything like that and he’s having an episode, he gets very angry and the threats get worse and more menacing.

Is this just schizophrenia or is it possible that there’s an ulterior issue going on such as possession?

Asked by Shadow

Last night I went bed at 1:30 am  wokeup 4:30 am to use the bathroom when I sat up in bed I saw a light was on in never left a light on I was watching TV all night I wouldn’t seen it. The bathroom light was on so having just wokeup I got up and went to pee thinking my bf was in their when I left out the bathroom I saw no light in the living room meaning daytime since he gets here at 8am that’s when I saw the clock and freaked out becauseWho turned the light on?

I also had a night mare and so I tried to stay up but I was so tired so I turned the bedroom light on and went to sleep when I wokeup just now to brush my teeth I had 3 big red scratches going across my breast I’m scared also because I have heard my name being whispered at night before across from me in front of the bed.

My mom and grandma died last year and my mom always call my grandma the demon lady she was very mean person and my mom said she saw her metamorphisis  into a man in front of her as a kid. Well when she passed in the house last year I’d be getting dressed and her a man whispering perverted comment at me I also say a demon come into the house from outside and walk up the step into the rest of the house while I was watching TV in one room. The reason I believe it walked in is because earlier that day my family put my grandma’s chair outside.

Also 1 cousin began doing drugs and being violent and went to jail for a night for yelling at his mom over taking the trash out and telling our uncle he would kill him. And my aunts bf also began drinking heavily arguing with her and smoking weed and watching hell boy movie almost every night in my grandma’s bed that she died in and sleeping her room instead of with my aunt.

My grandma was very verbal always make death threats to me that I’ll kill ya and I hope you get killed was the last thing she told me before she died. And my mom always said she sneaks out at night when everyone is asleep and goes o do drugs I know the things my mom says sound crazy but my grandma did close her door at night and turn all the lights off and on 2 occasions neighborhood drug addicts did knock on our windows before and just repeated my aunts name over and over. My mom said a lady she knew who did drugs told her as youth that her mom was doing drugs with her then transformed into the man that my mom remembered as a kid.

Also the 3 red scratches across my breast look exactly like the scratches I’d get on my arms when I was younger around 14-19 from my grandma assaulting me and grabbing my arms and scratching me she had very long fingernails! And I once call police because I had big red scratches going down my arm from her and a few times in the house I’ve seen those scratches on my chest or thigh when I’ve wokeup.

Also my family is very negative and I’ve read about entities need that tod feed and even my mom’s ex told me my family feeds on negativity he said my mom told him everything and he thought she was crazy but after 2 years dating her story never changed it hasn’t since she had told me these inks for 10 years and I thought she’s just crazy. Until they started happening to me. But she too had issues because I’ve spent a night at her apartment and we shared bed because my sister wouldn’t let me sleep in her room and when I wokeup my mom was sitting over me staring at me and when she saw I’m awake she didn’t stop or speak until I got up and moved to the floor she told me I look like my ugly dad.

Please help I believe I have evil family and that’s why my life’s not been good and why I’ve done a lot of sins and used to think as a middle schooler that I want be goth and worship evil.

Asked by Akaisha