Kathy's Stories --
My first ghostly experience
All the crazy things you experience as a child, I never realized what it was until I became a ghost hunter looking back on what was going on back then. When I was a child I saw my first ghost. Laying in bed one night something woke me up, no noise, just opened my eyes and I was staring right at it.
It was a white billowy mass about the size of a person and I guess when it realized I was looking at it, it didn't disappear, it moved to the bottom of my bed and stayed there for a while, it had a tiny red ball on it near the top (like a red orb). When I heard my mom coming in the door it left.
I was terrified, too scared to get out of bed to turn on the light or to yell for anyone. I slowly pulled the covers up over my head to where I could still see it with one eye. I told my family about it and of course it was a dream and wasn't allowed to watch any more scary movies. After that, when I was put to bed I would listen for everyone else to go to bed and I would jump up and turn the light on. We lived in a haunted house and no one knew it but me. When kids say they have a monster in their room, listen to them.
2005 - Johnson City Medical Center
A few days before my uncle died I was standing beside his bed. The window blinds were closed. Suddenly, a very bright ball of light appeared, circled the room, and then disappeared. There were 4 of us in his room and we all saw it. Later that night, my uncle held up three fingers and pointed all around his bed. I gave him his writing tablet on which he wrote three names. The names were members of his family that had already passed and again pointed to each side and the foot of his bed. Although our annual family reunion was the next day, I decided to stay by his bed. All
day family members would take time off from the reunion and come to see him. He held on until that last visitor had come and left. Later that evening as the family minister was visiting and singing in a low voice, my uncle started slipping away. As I was holding his hand, I felt an electric shock. The minister said that his spirit had just left his body. He was gone.
A few days after the funeral, I and four other family members were at my uncle's home. I knew he loved to feed peanuts to the squirrels so I took a hand full and went to the back of the house. As I passed by the garage window, I looked in and saw my uncle walking from the kitchen into the garage. He then proceeded from the left side of the garage and out the garage door toward the chair that he had frequently sat in. Just before he reached the chair, three men came up to him. They all wore dress pants and white shirts. I quickly turned around
thinking I was seeing their reflection as they stood behind me. There was nothing there. I looked back through the window, but they were all gone. I walked around the front of the house and looked down the street. No one was in sight. I went back into the house and asked if anyone else had been there. There wasn't. That was the day I had witnessed four spirits.
July 2010 - Bumpus Cove Cemetery
We were at Bumpus Cove Cemetery preparing for an investigation. Suddenly, from my left side, I heard a very clear whisper. I looked up thinking it was one of the team members, but they all denied saying anything. When asked what it was that I heard, someone or something whispered my name.
My first ghostly experience
All the crazy things you experience as a child, I never realized what it was until I became a ghost hunter looking back on what was going on back then. When I was a child I saw my first ghost. Laying in bed one night something woke me up, no noise, just opened my eyes and I was staring right at it.
It was a white billowy mass about the size of a person and I guess when it realized I was looking at it, it didn't disappear, it moved to the bottom of my bed and stayed there for a while, it had a tiny red ball on it near the top (like a red orb). When I heard my mom coming in the door it left.
I was terrified, too scared to get out of bed to turn on the light or to yell for anyone. I slowly pulled the covers up over my head to where I could still see it with one eye. I told my family about it and of course it was a dream and wasn't allowed to watch any more scary movies. After that, when I was put to bed I would listen for everyone else to go to bed and I would jump up and turn the light on. We lived in a haunted house and no one knew it but me. When kids say they have a monster in their room, listen to them.
2005 - Johnson City Medical Center
A few days before my uncle died I was standing beside his bed. The window blinds were closed. Suddenly, a very bright ball of light appeared, circled the room, and then disappeared. There were 4 of us in his room and we all saw it. Later that night, my uncle held up three fingers and pointed all around his bed. I gave him his writing tablet on which he wrote three names. The names were members of his family that had already passed and again pointed to each side and the foot of his bed. Although our annual family reunion was the next day, I decided to stay by his bed. All
day family members would take time off from the reunion and come to see him. He held on until that last visitor had come and left. Later that evening as the family minister was visiting and singing in a low voice, my uncle started slipping away. As I was holding his hand, I felt an electric shock. The minister said that his spirit had just left his body. He was gone.
A few days after the funeral, I and four other family members were at my uncle's home. I knew he loved to feed peanuts to the squirrels so I took a hand full and went to the back of the house. As I passed by the garage window, I looked in and saw my uncle walking from the kitchen into the garage. He then proceeded from the left side of the garage and out the garage door toward the chair that he had frequently sat in. Just before he reached the chair, three men came up to him. They all wore dress pants and white shirts. I quickly turned around
thinking I was seeing their reflection as they stood behind me. There was nothing there. I looked back through the window, but they were all gone. I walked around the front of the house and looked down the street. No one was in sight. I went back into the house and asked if anyone else had been there. There wasn't. That was the day I had witnessed four spirits.
July 2010 - Bumpus Cove Cemetery
We were at Bumpus Cove Cemetery preparing for an investigation. Suddenly, from my left side, I heard a very clear whisper. I looked up thinking it was one of the team members, but they all denied saying anything. When asked what it was that I heard, someone or something whispered my name.
Tonya's Stories --
When it started...
When I was a young girl, my sister and I thought it would be fun to have a pretend séance. We sat together and lit a couple of candles. We began fake chanting… just making noises really. When we were finished “chanting” we began hearing the doorknob to the back door of our home shake violently as if someone were trying to enter. Young and fearless I slowly walked toward the door all the while the doorknob was still turning. I looked out the window of the door but saw no one there. I then opened the door and stepped outside looking for the person responsible for the shaking of the doorknob. I found no one! For several years I experienced unusual happenings such as personal belongings disappearing, voices saying my name, and feeling as if someone were standing over me while I lay in bed at night.
Waverly Hills Sanatorium
In 2007, I went to the infamous Waverly Hills Sanatorium in Louisville, KY. I was with a team of investigators who paid for an 8-hour private investigative tour. Each of us had personal experiences throughout the night. Personally, I heard my name whispered in my ear twice. While I was walking alone on the second floor, I shined my flashlight from room to room as I had been doing all night. I looked to the left, then to the right, and then… I shined the light to the left again and standing in the doorway was a male apparition staring at me. His hair was dark; he wore a white shirt and light-colored pants. I could see the outline of his fingers grasping the door frame as he peered at me. His eyes and mouth were darker than night. Needless to say I was frightened and quickly called out to another team member, but the apparition disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
Main Street Cemetery, Jonesborough, TN
I was on my first tour with Robb and Kathy. We were doing an investigative tour at a local cemetery. We were situated at one particular headstone doing an EVP session for about an hour. Myself and the other participants were changing positions throughout our time at this particular spot. I took two steps forward and felt what I thought was a cobweb brush across my forehead and arms. We were in the middle of the cemetery, in an open area where no cobwebs could attach to anything. I realized what I was experiencing was the cobweb effect. The cobweb effect can be described best as energy residue of an entity. It has also been referred to as ectoplasm.
Private Home Investigation, 2015
During a home investigation, I was sitting in a bedroom by myself conducting an EVP session. The family claimed to see a dark shadow in this room on different occasions. I said, “If anyone is in this room, grab my arm”. I felt what I can only describe as an energy on my right forearm. I liken it to someone taking their hand and getting really close to your arm without actually making contact. You can feel the energy raise the hairs on your arm. That is what I experienced. I immediately asked for verification saying, “If you just touched my arm, can you do it again”? At that time, I felt the exact same thing on my right forearm. I believe an intelligent spirit was responding to my requests.
When it started...
When I was a young girl, my sister and I thought it would be fun to have a pretend séance. We sat together and lit a couple of candles. We began fake chanting… just making noises really. When we were finished “chanting” we began hearing the doorknob to the back door of our home shake violently as if someone were trying to enter. Young and fearless I slowly walked toward the door all the while the doorknob was still turning. I looked out the window of the door but saw no one there. I then opened the door and stepped outside looking for the person responsible for the shaking of the doorknob. I found no one! For several years I experienced unusual happenings such as personal belongings disappearing, voices saying my name, and feeling as if someone were standing over me while I lay in bed at night.
Waverly Hills Sanatorium
In 2007, I went to the infamous Waverly Hills Sanatorium in Louisville, KY. I was with a team of investigators who paid for an 8-hour private investigative tour. Each of us had personal experiences throughout the night. Personally, I heard my name whispered in my ear twice. While I was walking alone on the second floor, I shined my flashlight from room to room as I had been doing all night. I looked to the left, then to the right, and then… I shined the light to the left again and standing in the doorway was a male apparition staring at me. His hair was dark; he wore a white shirt and light-colored pants. I could see the outline of his fingers grasping the door frame as he peered at me. His eyes and mouth were darker than night. Needless to say I was frightened and quickly called out to another team member, but the apparition disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
Main Street Cemetery, Jonesborough, TN
I was on my first tour with Robb and Kathy. We were doing an investigative tour at a local cemetery. We were situated at one particular headstone doing an EVP session for about an hour. Myself and the other participants were changing positions throughout our time at this particular spot. I took two steps forward and felt what I thought was a cobweb brush across my forehead and arms. We were in the middle of the cemetery, in an open area where no cobwebs could attach to anything. I realized what I was experiencing was the cobweb effect. The cobweb effect can be described best as energy residue of an entity. It has also been referred to as ectoplasm.
Private Home Investigation, 2015
During a home investigation, I was sitting in a bedroom by myself conducting an EVP session. The family claimed to see a dark shadow in this room on different occasions. I said, “If anyone is in this room, grab my arm”. I felt what I can only describe as an energy on my right forearm. I liken it to someone taking their hand and getting really close to your arm without actually making contact. You can feel the energy raise the hairs on your arm. That is what I experienced. I immediately asked for verification saying, “If you just touched my arm, can you do it again”? At that time, I felt the exact same thing on my right forearm. I believe an intelligent spirit was responding to my requests.
Jeri's Stories --
My first paranormal experience
I was 6-years-old when I had my first spirit encounter. I remember it was late at night and the front door shook hard, like someone was trying to rip it off the door frame. Being a child, I was curious but terrified. So, I went to my bedroom window and peered out, but nothing was there and the front door was still being shaken. I remember going to my parent's room because, as hard and as loud as the door was shaking, I thought maybe my parents had heard the commotion, but they were asleep. So, I went back to my room, got in bed, pulled the blankets up to my chin tightly and eventually fell asleep. Later that night, I felt someone sit on my bed. Too terrified to look, I squeezed my eyes tightly and didn't move until I no longer felt its presence.
We moved from that home into another one just a few doors down. One night, my sister and I were alone. We heard the back doorknob turning viciously. My sister went to the door and looked out the window but saw no one. She then went outside and looked around, but no one was there.
A few nights later, my family was in the living room watching TV. I was tired and decided to go to bed. The moment I entered my room it felt like something was pulling me to the window. I walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains. There in the window was a ghostly image, the most terrifying face I had ever seen. It was looking at me, smiling. It was very transparent; its eyes were red and its head was grayish in color. I screamed and ran into the living room. When I returned with my parents, the face disappeared.
I would continue to have paranormal experiences throughout my life. I've had my name whispered on several occasions, I've seen shadows, felt "people" either sit or lay down beside me while in bed, and the list goes on. Not all experiences, however, have been terrifying as you'll read in my next entry.
Still comforting from beyond
I was living in Portland, Oregon a few years ago and was working for a trucking company. One sunny day, I had just picked up a load and had started pulling out from the dock when I felt like I needed to look the opposite direction. Standing beside another driver was my best friend who had been deceased for a few years. When I first saw her my first impression was of shock and happiness. I had heard that spirits could show themselves, but I never thought I would ever see one that looked so much alive! She looked solid in appearance. She wore her usual baby blue pullover, light-colored jeans, and she looked like she did when she died. I think this was her way of showing me that she was okay and that I didn't need to worry or grieve any longer. Sometimes, our dearly departed loved ones show up in dreams or in other ways, letting us know they're okay. Some may issue warnings or give us messages. Not all spirits are evil and terrifying. If you have an experience, pay attention. It may just be that someone's trying to say hello or comfort you.
My first paranormal experience
I was 6-years-old when I had my first spirit encounter. I remember it was late at night and the front door shook hard, like someone was trying to rip it off the door frame. Being a child, I was curious but terrified. So, I went to my bedroom window and peered out, but nothing was there and the front door was still being shaken. I remember going to my parent's room because, as hard and as loud as the door was shaking, I thought maybe my parents had heard the commotion, but they were asleep. So, I went back to my room, got in bed, pulled the blankets up to my chin tightly and eventually fell asleep. Later that night, I felt someone sit on my bed. Too terrified to look, I squeezed my eyes tightly and didn't move until I no longer felt its presence.
We moved from that home into another one just a few doors down. One night, my sister and I were alone. We heard the back doorknob turning viciously. My sister went to the door and looked out the window but saw no one. She then went outside and looked around, but no one was there.
A few nights later, my family was in the living room watching TV. I was tired and decided to go to bed. The moment I entered my room it felt like something was pulling me to the window. I walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains. There in the window was a ghostly image, the most terrifying face I had ever seen. It was looking at me, smiling. It was very transparent; its eyes were red and its head was grayish in color. I screamed and ran into the living room. When I returned with my parents, the face disappeared.
I would continue to have paranormal experiences throughout my life. I've had my name whispered on several occasions, I've seen shadows, felt "people" either sit or lay down beside me while in bed, and the list goes on. Not all experiences, however, have been terrifying as you'll read in my next entry.
Still comforting from beyond
I was living in Portland, Oregon a few years ago and was working for a trucking company. One sunny day, I had just picked up a load and had started pulling out from the dock when I felt like I needed to look the opposite direction. Standing beside another driver was my best friend who had been deceased for a few years. When I first saw her my first impression was of shock and happiness. I had heard that spirits could show themselves, but I never thought I would ever see one that looked so much alive! She looked solid in appearance. She wore her usual baby blue pullover, light-colored jeans, and she looked like she did when she died. I think this was her way of showing me that she was okay and that I didn't need to worry or grieve any longer. Sometimes, our dearly departed loved ones show up in dreams or in other ways, letting us know they're okay. Some may issue warnings or give us messages. Not all spirits are evil and terrifying. If you have an experience, pay attention. It may just be that someone's trying to say hello or comfort you.
Robb's Stories --
Beginning at the age of around 14 - 15 while living alone with just me & my mother in a 3 bedroom apartment where I had been raised my entire life, I had never experienced anything like what was about to happen. Other than when I was 6 years old I was laying in bed asleep when around 3:00 am something woke me up. It was if something was telling me to get up & turn on my bedroom light. I stood up & walked to the light switch, flipped it on, & walked back to my bed. Then I sat Indian-style looking around the room. My bed was a small twin-size bed that was placed up against the left hand side of the wall facing my bedroom door. As I sat there in bed in a lit up room I looked over to my left at the wall & I saw a man-sized hand print appear. That wasn't what was so strange about it nor did it ever scare me. What was so strange is that the hand print itself had hair that was about the size of a 3 days growth of a man's beard growing out of it, covering the entire hand print. For some reason it didn't really phase me so I got back up, turned the bedroom light back off, & went back to bed & was fast asleep.
The very next morning when I woke up the first thing I did was look at the hand print on the wall, but the hair in it wasn't covering it as fully as it was the night before and in time, the hair completely disappeared as if it was falling out in sections, giving the hand print more of a balding look. Eventually the hand print itself faded away and I've never experienced that again. But like I said other than that mild to me incident, I had never experienced anything like what was about to happen on this cold winter night.
As I laid in bed almost asleep I was awakened to this voice speaking to me just as if someone walked into my bedroom talking to me. It was as clear as sitting in a quiet room talking to a friend face-to-face. All the voice said was, "I'm going to get yoooou! " The evil presence that was in my room assured me that it was Satan himself! I had never felt an evil presence as I did that night. I could feel Satan & several demons hovering over top of me, leaning over my bed... staring at me as I laid in fear unable to move or speak. I can't even begin to explain the strength, power, & the presence of evil I felt around me. The dark forces that were inside my house, inside my room, coming out at me while I laid in horror, vulnerable in bed, unsure as to why this was happening to me. I was confused and frightened because I knew he was coming to me to cause harm, but I was not sure at the time why. I wasn't sure to anything other than knowing that this scared me so much I ran out of the room and slept in my mother's room for the remainder of the night. Little did I know that this was the first of many more to come.
The second time it happened I was around the age of 22 or 23. I had since moved into an apartment in the Cedar Grove area of Carter County, TN just outside of the Johnson City line. Again in the middle of winter while I laid in bed almost asleep, the exact same thing happened. I heard the exact same voice, saying the exact same words, again telling me
"I'm going to get yoooou! " I experienced the exact same feeling of the most horrible presence of evil ever imaginable hovering over me while I laid again in fear! A nightmare from the past was happening again. All I could think about, other than how strong the presence of evil was surrounding me at that time, was that was the exact same voice that spoke to me before.
Frozen in fear, knowing that demons were again watching my every breath, hovering over me in my bed while I again laid vulnerable. I could feel their presence and the unforgettable feeling of the presence of Satan standing beside me, watching me, looking at me, realizing he knows who I am! I started visualizing him laughing at me, knowing he had me again in fear of my soul. The only difference this time was I had nobody but myself to help me deal with this. I just laid there with my eyes wide open, now wide awake, speaking the name of Jesus over and over until the feeling of the evil presence departed. I eventually got to sleep and was walking in fear all day the next day thinking maybe my number was up! Now I really began questioning what was happening, why it was happening, and why he waited to do this to me when I was vulnerable in bed almost asleep. I still at the time couldn't get any answers. I couldn't figure out what was going on and really needed to know why me. Why was he coming to me doing this?
Getting More Threatening...
Two years later I again laid in my bed in my apartment. I was almost asleep when the exact same voice, with the exact same tone, with that exact same high level of evil presence being released. Again Satan assured me and made it very clear that it was him, Satan himself in my bedroom. It was his voice that I was hearing and his presence that I was fearing! I just can't express enough on the evil that surrounded me, how it overtook my body with fear, and how horrifying it is knowing that he just came inside my home, inside my bedroom like an intruder... an uninvited guest... a murder and a thief. There just is no comparison to the pure terror that I felt. There is just no horror movie or nightmare that could ever replicate the evil that Satan and his demons were producing in my home, in my bedroom. The one place where you are supposed to feel comfortable & secure was now a place where I felt I was being invaded and violated! Now this time the words he spoke were more of a threat than before! He now was threatening me not only by saying he was going to get my soul, but he was threatening my life. These words he spoke to me this night was "I'M GOING TO KILL YOOOOOOOU!"
For weeks and months I walked on pins and needles until I finally told my mother and my sister what I was still experiencing. They contacted my uncle, Terry Phillips, who was also the Pastor of Victory Tabernacle Church and his wife, my aunt, Debbie Phillips. I didn't know they had contacted them, but I assure you it was fine. I am very thankful to them for doing so. They explained to them what I had been dealing with and my mother also explained to them that she was hearing a knocking at the front door of my home, but when she would look nobody would be there. Not to mistake it with knock & hide because this would happen while she stood looking out the door for whoever was knocking and hear the knocking while standing there. My Uncle Terry, his wife Debbie, a few members of the Deacon board of the church, and other members including my sister came and anointed my home and bedroom. During the prayer over the home, they were shown by God that the knocking my mother was hearing was a spiritual warfare, a battle between Angles & Demons fighting for my life and my soul. They were also shown by God why Satan himself was coming to me, coming into my home & into my room, and why he sent his demons out to attack me and why he was speaking to me and threatening me. God showed them that I had a very important calling on my life. What I was called to do was very important for other people's lives & souls.
Satan knows that God has this calling on my life and Satan's trying to stop it by coming out on me. It seemed very dumb trying to scare me from going to church and getting my life right by getting saved and stepping into my calling. To me, it seems like it would scare you into wanting to go to church and getting saved. After the years went by, I understood more of his technique & method.
In closing, I feel led to say that I did eventually start going to my uncle's church. I ended up getting saved by asking Jesus into my life and into my heart. I told him I was so sorry for all that I had done and asked him to forgive me for my sins. I started playing lead guitar in a church band that we put together from other members and family from the church called Victorious. My cousin, Terry Lee, the Pastor's son, played base guitar; his sister, my cousin Letha, was lead vocals. My brother, Shannon, played drums with a close friend and church member, Jay Vance, played rhythm guitar. I also became the youth pastor working with preteens and teenagers. I was eventually showed by God that my calling was to preach the word of God and also to eventually become the Pastor of a church, leading them to the straight & narrow path of salvation. I learned how to love & believe. I learned the true meaning of faith and how to believe in the things that we can't see but only feel. I learned the feeling of when Jesus was speaking to me and how to help others. I was given several of the spiritual gifts. I practiced them all and used them all according to His word. In light without God I am nothing!
I also need to add that during the time my life was being intruded by Satan and his demons
I learned the difference of what an evil presence feels like when it is present, not to confuse it with my own fear. I will never forget the sound of Satan's voice. It was actually a very beautiful voice. It was a very deep but clear tone but never to forget how evil, dark and terribly horrifying it was, either. He made sure what he said was heard the first time he said it,
and he didn't need to repeat it a second time.
I have seen time and time again families that contact us for help and most of them feel like, and believe, they have something evil inside their home. This is because they confuse evil with their own fear, confusing the two. When we arrive and enter the home to do the initial walk-through I usually don't feel any kind of evil presence. Most of the time it's just the family that live inside the home, confusing their own fears with the activity they are experiencing and from that they begin thinking and believing what they have in their home is evil.
I promise you, once you have experienced an actual evil presence, you will be able to determine what is actually evil, what isn't evil, and keep your own fears separated not to confuse it thinking it's an evil presence. I promise there is a huge difference. In fact, there is no comparison whatsoever!
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Beginning at the age of around 14 - 15 while living alone with just me & my mother in a 3 bedroom apartment where I had been raised my entire life, I had never experienced anything like what was about to happen. Other than when I was 6 years old I was laying in bed asleep when around 3:00 am something woke me up. It was if something was telling me to get up & turn on my bedroom light. I stood up & walked to the light switch, flipped it on, & walked back to my bed. Then I sat Indian-style looking around the room. My bed was a small twin-size bed that was placed up against the left hand side of the wall facing my bedroom door. As I sat there in bed in a lit up room I looked over to my left at the wall & I saw a man-sized hand print appear. That wasn't what was so strange about it nor did it ever scare me. What was so strange is that the hand print itself had hair that was about the size of a 3 days growth of a man's beard growing out of it, covering the entire hand print. For some reason it didn't really phase me so I got back up, turned the bedroom light back off, & went back to bed & was fast asleep.
The very next morning when I woke up the first thing I did was look at the hand print on the wall, but the hair in it wasn't covering it as fully as it was the night before and in time, the hair completely disappeared as if it was falling out in sections, giving the hand print more of a balding look. Eventually the hand print itself faded away and I've never experienced that again. But like I said other than that mild to me incident, I had never experienced anything like what was about to happen on this cold winter night.
As I laid in bed almost asleep I was awakened to this voice speaking to me just as if someone walked into my bedroom talking to me. It was as clear as sitting in a quiet room talking to a friend face-to-face. All the voice said was, "I'm going to get yoooou! " The evil presence that was in my room assured me that it was Satan himself! I had never felt an evil presence as I did that night. I could feel Satan & several demons hovering over top of me, leaning over my bed... staring at me as I laid in fear unable to move or speak. I can't even begin to explain the strength, power, & the presence of evil I felt around me. The dark forces that were inside my house, inside my room, coming out at me while I laid in horror, vulnerable in bed, unsure as to why this was happening to me. I was confused and frightened because I knew he was coming to me to cause harm, but I was not sure at the time why. I wasn't sure to anything other than knowing that this scared me so much I ran out of the room and slept in my mother's room for the remainder of the night. Little did I know that this was the first of many more to come.
The second time it happened I was around the age of 22 or 23. I had since moved into an apartment in the Cedar Grove area of Carter County, TN just outside of the Johnson City line. Again in the middle of winter while I laid in bed almost asleep, the exact same thing happened. I heard the exact same voice, saying the exact same words, again telling me
"I'm going to get yoooou! " I experienced the exact same feeling of the most horrible presence of evil ever imaginable hovering over me while I laid again in fear! A nightmare from the past was happening again. All I could think about, other than how strong the presence of evil was surrounding me at that time, was that was the exact same voice that spoke to me before.
Frozen in fear, knowing that demons were again watching my every breath, hovering over me in my bed while I again laid vulnerable. I could feel their presence and the unforgettable feeling of the presence of Satan standing beside me, watching me, looking at me, realizing he knows who I am! I started visualizing him laughing at me, knowing he had me again in fear of my soul. The only difference this time was I had nobody but myself to help me deal with this. I just laid there with my eyes wide open, now wide awake, speaking the name of Jesus over and over until the feeling of the evil presence departed. I eventually got to sleep and was walking in fear all day the next day thinking maybe my number was up! Now I really began questioning what was happening, why it was happening, and why he waited to do this to me when I was vulnerable in bed almost asleep. I still at the time couldn't get any answers. I couldn't figure out what was going on and really needed to know why me. Why was he coming to me doing this?
Getting More Threatening...
Two years later I again laid in my bed in my apartment. I was almost asleep when the exact same voice, with the exact same tone, with that exact same high level of evil presence being released. Again Satan assured me and made it very clear that it was him, Satan himself in my bedroom. It was his voice that I was hearing and his presence that I was fearing! I just can't express enough on the evil that surrounded me, how it overtook my body with fear, and how horrifying it is knowing that he just came inside my home, inside my bedroom like an intruder... an uninvited guest... a murder and a thief. There just is no comparison to the pure terror that I felt. There is just no horror movie or nightmare that could ever replicate the evil that Satan and his demons were producing in my home, in my bedroom. The one place where you are supposed to feel comfortable & secure was now a place where I felt I was being invaded and violated! Now this time the words he spoke were more of a threat than before! He now was threatening me not only by saying he was going to get my soul, but he was threatening my life. These words he spoke to me this night was "I'M GOING TO KILL YOOOOOOOU!"
For weeks and months I walked on pins and needles until I finally told my mother and my sister what I was still experiencing. They contacted my uncle, Terry Phillips, who was also the Pastor of Victory Tabernacle Church and his wife, my aunt, Debbie Phillips. I didn't know they had contacted them, but I assure you it was fine. I am very thankful to them for doing so. They explained to them what I had been dealing with and my mother also explained to them that she was hearing a knocking at the front door of my home, but when she would look nobody would be there. Not to mistake it with knock & hide because this would happen while she stood looking out the door for whoever was knocking and hear the knocking while standing there. My Uncle Terry, his wife Debbie, a few members of the Deacon board of the church, and other members including my sister came and anointed my home and bedroom. During the prayer over the home, they were shown by God that the knocking my mother was hearing was a spiritual warfare, a battle between Angles & Demons fighting for my life and my soul. They were also shown by God why Satan himself was coming to me, coming into my home & into my room, and why he sent his demons out to attack me and why he was speaking to me and threatening me. God showed them that I had a very important calling on my life. What I was called to do was very important for other people's lives & souls.
Satan knows that God has this calling on my life and Satan's trying to stop it by coming out on me. It seemed very dumb trying to scare me from going to church and getting my life right by getting saved and stepping into my calling. To me, it seems like it would scare you into wanting to go to church and getting saved. After the years went by, I understood more of his technique & method.
In closing, I feel led to say that I did eventually start going to my uncle's church. I ended up getting saved by asking Jesus into my life and into my heart. I told him I was so sorry for all that I had done and asked him to forgive me for my sins. I started playing lead guitar in a church band that we put together from other members and family from the church called Victorious. My cousin, Terry Lee, the Pastor's son, played base guitar; his sister, my cousin Letha, was lead vocals. My brother, Shannon, played drums with a close friend and church member, Jay Vance, played rhythm guitar. I also became the youth pastor working with preteens and teenagers. I was eventually showed by God that my calling was to preach the word of God and also to eventually become the Pastor of a church, leading them to the straight & narrow path of salvation. I learned how to love & believe. I learned the true meaning of faith and how to believe in the things that we can't see but only feel. I learned the feeling of when Jesus was speaking to me and how to help others. I was given several of the spiritual gifts. I practiced them all and used them all according to His word. In light without God I am nothing!
I also need to add that during the time my life was being intruded by Satan and his demons
I learned the difference of what an evil presence feels like when it is present, not to confuse it with my own fear. I will never forget the sound of Satan's voice. It was actually a very beautiful voice. It was a very deep but clear tone but never to forget how evil, dark and terribly horrifying it was, either. He made sure what he said was heard the first time he said it,
and he didn't need to repeat it a second time.
I have seen time and time again families that contact us for help and most of them feel like, and believe, they have something evil inside their home. This is because they confuse evil with their own fear, confusing the two. When we arrive and enter the home to do the initial walk-through I usually don't feel any kind of evil presence. Most of the time it's just the family that live inside the home, confusing their own fears with the activity they are experiencing and from that they begin thinking and believing what they have in their home is evil.
I promise you, once you have experienced an actual evil presence, you will be able to determine what is actually evil, what isn't evil, and keep your own fears separated not to confuse it thinking it's an evil presence. I promise there is a huge difference. In fact, there is no comparison whatsoever!
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