So much had happened in that house. The bumps and bangs once again disturbed our slumber.
Aftermath, my true story...
So much had happened in that house. The bumps and bangs once again disturbed our slumber. Its foul stench of its purulent discharge reeked, making us feel nauseous.The voices...suffocation ...and attacks began again. I found out just how strong evil forces are, while my sister was being pulled out of bed, I had held on to her for dear life.
But once my sister's were all gone who would be there to look after me? The fear of being alone was indescribable.
It had waited for me to be alone, wanting its final victim all to its self, with no one there to protect me. And it wasn't long before I soon began to feel what it was like to succumb to unseen forces.
My saviour was my guardian angel, he would protect me when I couldn't protect myself. The calmness and comfort filled me with hope, that, "Yes there are dark forces, but there is light too." I had to hold on to that to keep my sanity. For where there is evil... there is good... where ever there is darkness... there is light.