The Devil Has No Respect

Rachael’s strained relationship with her parents began to affect us. And the more she reminded me, the more I started to despise her.

“What you’re doing is evil in the eyes of God,” she said. “What do you know? You’re a backslider.”

“Stop it, John. I can’t keep seeing someone my parents disapprove of.”

“So, we’ll stop seeing each other. It’ll give me more time to do what I want.” “Your religion,” she said. “That’s all you care about.”

“That’s right. I’ve got to please my demons. I met them before meeting you. The only person who’s taking up space in my life is you.”

Rachael turned away in anger. But she would never get rid of me. She needed me to protect her from the lunatic idiot she called her ex-lover, even though at the moment I was not in good standing with Robert and Anna.

One evening, Rachael and I went to her parents’ house to pick up Sarah and bring her home. Sarah was acting strange in Anna and Robert’s house, and I knew right away something was wrong with her spiritually. As we headed to Rachael’s apartment, walking down the street, the street was cold and lonely.

As every streetlamp illuminated the street, I kept looking at Sarah in the stroller, knowing that it wasn’t her anymore. The child kept staring at me with a very demonic look, so much that Rachael caught on. She knew Sarah was no longer in the carriage. Something evil had taken over, and she was only three years old.

When we got to Rachael’s place, I tried entertaining Sarah, stalling for time to see what was going to happen. I got on my hands and knees to give her a pony ride, but Sarah stood at a distance, staring at me with a sharp, evil look. I knew this was a demonic attack. A witchcraft spell, sent to harm Rachael or myself. But because I was powerful, it couldn’t do anything to me. Sad to say, because Sarah was the weakest link, it took over her little body, including her mind and thoughts.

Now I had a fight on my hands. Rachael was very alarmed but quiet. What had gotten in her daughter was an old, demonic spirit. And all this was happening because Sarah’s dad, Mr. Ex, was trying to put a spell on my relationship with Rachael. I finally left Rachael’s place and headed home, but afterwards all hell broke loose.

Rachael called me first thing the next day, her voice trembling.

“John, John, you don’t know what happened to Sarah and me last night after you left.” “Tell me, what happened?” I said.

“As soon as you were gone, I sensed a heavy presence hovering over my apartment. I grabbed Sarah and we went into the bathroom to take a shower to shake things off. But things got worse. As we were coming out of the bathroom, I looked into my living room. The same fear gripped me again, but this time even worse. My blood went cold and I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth

—something had me by the throat. I saw this monster, like a four-legged animal with fiery red eyes, sitting in my living room. I knew that was the devil himself, sitting there waiting for my daughter and me. As I grabbed Sarah to run into my bedroom and close the door behind me, I felt that thing get up and try to chase us into the room. I slammed the door and started to call on the name of Jesus. Once I did that, it was gone. What is going on, John?”

“This all has to do with your ex,” I said. “I had nothing to do with it. But I’ll tell you what, just because it affected Sarah, he will pay the price. I will make sure he gets punished beyond what he could ever imagine.”

I hung up the phone.

Date: 2015-01-11; view: 776