In this journal, I'm going to write how I was visited and tricked by a demon, and later
became a Christian when I realized God and Satan's presence in the world.
----(pt5)
After realizing that there was a presence following me, I became very afraid. That night,
I lay in bed with a certain fearful expectation. I was in my parents' bedroom because I
was afraid of being alone. All of a sudden, I felt an airy hand, that was very warm, brush
up the leg hairs of my right leg. My heart increased rapidly as I realized that this thing
was very real. There was in incubus in the room!
I determined that it was probably evil and tried my best to ignore it, hoping that it
would go away. However, there was this feeling coming off of it. I had the impression that
it was awkward, and was afraid that I would reject it. It kept touching me lightly and
seemed to be trying to capture my attention, and analyzing how to respond to my
reactions(or lack of). (Later, I realized this was deception. It assumed the personality
of a friendly, lonely poltergeist that wanted human companionship. It was far from what it
made itself seem.)
Go away, I kept thinking. Finally, it left me alone and I could sleep in peace.
However, the next day, I had the urge to read those stories again. I wanted to know how
others had reacted to the spirit and what it wanted from them. For many of the stories, it
was simply one thing: sex. However, a lot of the stories were very romantic in nature. I
began to see the demon as something I shouldn't have: a loving entity, a secret lover.
Somehow it seemed almost like a dream come true. I had yearned for a boyfriend for a
while, and even when I had a crush on someone who reciprocated, I couldn't approach them
in earnest. I should've known that this was the exact bait the demon was hanging in front
of me. It was the easy way out, it was like pandora's box, waiting to be opened.
The next night it came back, but this time I had a different attitude. I felt like
perhaps, I had gotten it all wrong. Perhaps it was inherently good, which I used to
believe all humans and animals were. You see, I wasn't Christian. I liked to believe that
even the most sinful, evil-acting criminal had an innocent child, hidden inside of them.
It was simply locked away or stained by the world. Even a spirit must be the same, I
thought, if it was shown human kindness. (But what you should know, is that all demons are
the blackest sort of evil there is. It's incurable.)
Plus, something odd about this demon was that it felt very warm, emanating this hot aura.
I supposed that if God were to allow such a thing to be created, why would he allow it to
have such an aura? This is part of its deception. Even a seductress is beautiful in
appearence.
The demon came close to me and touched me. It seemed surprised that I had allowed it
close, and it massaged my thigh and leg very slowly, obviously deriving pleasure from
it.(perhaps absorbing my energy?) And then it came close and seemed to lay down next to
me. It acted harmless. It pressed what felt like its face next to mine. I felt very
happy...I felt like I was being visited by a good spirit. Because I was curious about
what it was, I decided that I was going to tolerate it visiting me, although not letting
it 'go all the way.' However, there was a sense that whatever the entity was, it was
horribly disfigured in appearence, like a cross between an old man and the creepy creature
from the Lord of the Rings (don't remember what it was called). However, I thought to it,
"It's okay. I don't think you're ugly. I love you."
It rejoiced at this, and leaned in toward me and licked my ear comfortingly. While it did
this, it would touch my hair or rub my leg or arm. The warmth surrounded me. When I began
to drift asleep, it left me alone.
Sound romantic? It certainly felt like it. And for the next five months, I would be
completely decieved. |
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This is very interesting. I will keep reading! 
