Abduction and Pain

So, we just got back home to Florida from Alien Con 2019 in LA. We had a wonderful power packed event there. The trip was a non stop 6 hour flight. The time change had Kevin and I delirious, as we'd been up till very late then up extra early to accomplish everything we had on our agenda.

The three hour time change was difficult for some reason this trip, more so than ever before.

Well, here we finally were, in our bedroom, throwing down suit cases and running for the bed!

The room was immaculate, just as we had left it. We'd been showing the house all month as it was listed for sale with our real estate person. We were getting used to living with very little mess anywhere.

The bed was made in picture perfect readiness with clean sheets and plumped up pillows. 

We were so tired. We both slid in under the covers!

We didn't say a word to one another, except for the usual, "Love you, sleep well" comments we make every night to each other. We both fell fast asleep.

 

The next morning as I awoke, my hand hurt so bad it was like I had had a needle stuck into it all night. Literally, you know like when you go to the hospital and they stick you with a drip, then three days later your hand is hurting so bad you contemplate ripping the needle out of your hand yourself! That's what the pain was like. I was in a serious amount of very real pain. My hand was so sore. My arm was tender. It felt exactly as I stated.

I opened my eyes and Kevin was still in the same position he had fallen asleep in. I was extremely groggy, but that was to be expected I thought. We were both so tired the night before.

I started to tell him how sore my hand was. He tried to roll over to acknowledge me. He was very stiff. He then said to me, "something isn't right here"!

It was then we noticed the bed was no longer where it should have been. The top mattress was way off the bottom base by at least 8 inches towards my side of the bed. My side of the bed was hanging off the base!

It was way off the base. We were both stunned. In Seven and a half years that we have been together nothing like this had ever happened before. How could this be, we both wondered.

I kept rubbing my hand and I said to Kevin "I think we were not alone last night". He immediately agreed, as he looked at the bed out of place and said again, "How could this have happened"?

We are not wild sleepers. I usually hardly move all night. Kevin may move some but nothing like this is in order! 

Our bed is very heavy as it has a 6 inch comfort topper that is made of memory foam and a thick cooling gel, they don't just slide anywhere!

We were both speechless for a time. We walked around the bed just looking at the peculiar position it was in, shaking our heads, as I rubbed my very sore hand and arm. It was still hurting so bad. We both examined my arm for any needle marks. There were none, but something had happened to my arm!

The hand and arm were so very sore. No marks at all but very sore.

Kevin was exceedingly stiff, he wondered why his legs were hurting him.

Had he been in freeze frame while something was happening to me? This had happened many times before with me on both Spiritual and Extraterrestrial visitations.

We both looked at each other and said,

"were we abducted again last night"?

The only proof we had was the bed so oddly out of place and our aches and pains from the previous night.

This is so strange and we cannot know what actually happened last night. We do know, that we have never had the bed slide across the base ever in Seven and a half years. And Never have I woken feeling like my hand had a needle in it all night. It was not like I slept on the hand, it was not numb. It was painful! Telepathy is how extraterrestrials work and I felt as if there were something highly strange about the evening once I woke up. We do know the extraterrestrial races have many tactics that can cause these side effects and we truly both believe that is what happened.

Truth is always stranger than fiction.

 

The Guest Validation

So, it was June of 2018. I was conducting a Mutual UFO Network meeting in Lakeland Florida as I usually do. We had flown in a very popular T.V. personality to stay with us as well as some local friends while he was here.  

After he spoke at our meeting he came to stay with us at our home instead of staying in a hotel. We had a wonderful bedroom set up for him in our studio/office. He loved the set up and we all had a great time doing interviews and visiting with good friends while he was with us. He was pleased to be in our studio/bedroom as he was going to be on his LIVE Pod cast that next night, and he wanted to be in the studio to use it for that reason.

Everything was going just fine. We all were having a wonderful visit together.
We never shared much about our home and how many odd & strange things had occurred here. It just never came up.

 

That night as he slept in the studio he thought he had seen our little dog, "Lovey" in the room with him,  (our small black, tan and white chihuahua who is about 6 lbs. or less) . He said he saw this a few times throughout the night. He also reported something was running around the room, low to the ground along the floor boards, but he could not see it clearly and it didn't make any sound. He also said as he lay in bed that night, he felt someone get in the bed with him, and they were laying right next to him as he could feel their breath on his face.  He said that, "that incident" really frightened him. He quickly rose up and grabbed his phone off the night stand and turned it on to use it as a night light. There was no one there!

It really freaked him out, he just knew someone had gotten into bed with him!  He was sure there was another human in the room with him, but where had they gone? No dog was ever seen again by him that night after this incident.  He said he calmed himself down as he didn't want to wake us all up at that time in the morning, but he was really upset. He said it was hard to fall back off to sleep he was so frightened.

 

The next morning he woke up before anyone else and was eager to tell us of this happening. He was really anxious about it.

We all stood amazed at what he had just shared with us as we had the dog (Lovey) in the kennel all night long. She was not in his room at any time, the door where her kennel is, remains closed while she is sleeping. And our guest's door was also closed. It was impossible for him to have seen "our" dog. 

We also have a very tiny tea cup chihuahua named Wolfgang Tucker who was also in his kennel sleeping all night in our bedroom on the other side of the house with our door shut as well. We have always kenneled our dogs in the evening.

Whatever he saw was NOT a LIVE dog.

 

What our guest did not know, was that I had seen on several occasions in my home over the last few months, the exact same thing! I had shared this with several people who our guest did not talk to. What I thought was my dog, in the house, was actually a brown, low to the ground spirit which moved like a small dog quickly from place to place.  Stopping and then quickly moving again and again. Darting back and forth! It was always seen through my peripheral vision, I thought that very odd. But none the less it was clearly seen, time and again. It was very alarming as I kept seeing it. On two occasions, when I had seen this happening  I had yelled at my son to "please put the dog out", as she was running through the house and I was afraid she may pee in the house acting as crazy as she was. My son then walked into the room I was yelling from and said to me, "Mom, the dog is outside laying in her bed sleeping"! On both accounts I got up to see that what my son told me was in fact accurate. I saw our Lovey sound asleep in her bed on the pool deck outside, just as he said! I told him what I saw and he shared that the same thing had happened to him a week earlier. My son said he didn't mention it to me then as he thought he maybe could have imagined it. 

 

My husband who was not home while my son and I discussed this incident told us he had seen the exact same thing one evening. We then shared with him what we had both seen as well.

Having our guest see this was very alarming. We had rebuked the small entity and prayed in JESUS name, and thought it was gone. Obviously it wasn't. It had come back.

Some entities are stronger than others.

So again we bound the entity in the name of JESUS, and prayed it would not remain , or return to our home.

We have not seen it again to this date.

 

As for the breathing our guest felt in his room while laying in bed,  we have had many reoccurring issues in our studio with strange happenings. 

A young girl who used to live in this home, was killed in a strange way, years before we bought the home. As sad as that is, there have been sightings of her and voices and strange sounds throughout the house.

Because we are demonologists we are often attacked by forces from other dimensions when we are working with people to set them free from hauntings, possessions and poltergeist activity. From time to time we have to work on these spirits to get them out, more than once. 

We felt our guest unknowingly validated what we already knew. We needed more prayer.

We prayed for him and were glad he had no further issues.
He said he really "Loved" being here in our home! It was just so strange that one night. 

I hope we can get him to return again at the end of the year to be a guest here locally once again.

Truth is always stranger than fiction.

 

A Young Perspective

I lived in St. Petersburg Florida as a young girl going to school.  

I was attending Azalea Elementary at the time I experienced this very strange happening.

 

I remember many odd things happening to me at a very young age. Most were extremely bizarre as I look back at them now. At the time, I didn't know what bizarre meant. I also didn't know that it was happening to me and not everyone else! I thought everyone had these "incidences" happening to them. So I believed it was normal. It was certainly normal to me! I found it strange that no one ever mentioned anything to me about them  having odd experiences however. I always waited for someone to say something first. I thought, sooner or later someone will share something with me, then I will share what happened to me. That day wouldn't come for many years.

 

So, I was in the 5th grade and walking home from school one day, I lived farther than most of the other children from school so I was alone, as usual, for about nine or so blocks on my trek home everyday. 

While heading home alone on this day,

I heard a mans voice call my name?

I clearly heard it, right in my left ear, "Teri". It seemed as if he were right behind me, and extremely close. His voice seemed real friendly, definitely a mans voice, and he seemed older, like maybe he was someone who knew me,

so I wasn't alarmed at all.

I stopped walking, and looked around. I didn't see anybody behind me. I fully expected to see a man standing there, someone I knew because the voice seemed friendly, but there was no one in sight.

I wondered why I had heard my name called? It didn't make any sense. I walked toward home many times after school alone and never heard anyone call my name before. "Nobody around here even knows me", I thought to myself. Oh well, I thought, It didn't seem to alarm me at all. There was no friendly man anywhere so I just kept on walking,

I didn't get much further down the sidewalk and I hear the voice call to me again. Same voice, "Teri" clearly in my left ear! But again I saw no one! And again, I wasn't really startled, I don't know why I wasn't afraid. It somehow seemed like a friendly voice.

When I stopped again this time, I was next to a big green bush I passed everyday walking home. I remember this so clearly and completely, as I always stopped here to smell the leaves on this particular bush.  (I would crack the leaves in half and smell the wonderful fresh fragrance of the plant. I just loved the fresh, clean scent. I would always grab a few to crack and smell as I walked home. I don't know why I did this, I just always did).

As I stood there smelling the leave I had just cracked open, I kept looking around. Where was that mans voice coming from? I looked in the yard beyond the green bush, no one was there. I looked across the street, no one was there either. No one behind me, but the voice sounded as if it were in my ear. So close. Just then a car drove by and I remember thinking, everything is OK, there is no one here, so I kept walking again. This time though I remember thinking "where is this voice coming from"?

Then I heard the voice again, It clearly said, "Teri" a third time!  It then continued, "are you going to be a good girl or a bad girl"? Well that was a silly question I thought to myself and

I said right out loud as I continued walking down the sidewalk, "Oh, I'm going to be a good girl", (very matter of fact, I said this as if it were an actual well known fact)! and I kept on walking towards home. I didn't even stop to answer. I just kept on walking.

I have literally wondered about this incident all my life!

WHY would a voice I could not see poise this question to me on my walk home from school in broad daylight?

While I was just a child?

I had answered as if I were talking to the "Man or Person" asking me this question, but I was very sure there was no one there. I know I never saw anyone! I had simply heard a voice.

I never told my Mom about this, and I'm not sure why.

It was just another strange incident in my life that never really made any sense to me. I often kept these odd happenings to myself. I will never understand why I didn't confide in my Mom. That has never made any sense to me. It's as if these odd things would happen and I would simply ignore them.

They became so common place.

  

 Maybe you have had this sort of odd thing happen to you?

I guess I could say I've always known I would be "Good".

It was in my heart to be good from an early age, I don't understand why I knew this, but I did. I remember other strange affirmations of this, and on this day in my life I spoke that into the universe very matter of fact! 

Life is clearly not as it appears to be. Seems we have choices to make in this life that we are aware of at a very young age. There are many things that happen to us along our path from birth to death that we may never truly understand. This was one of them for me.

Wall Banging

 

So, it was July 31st, 2015. Another rainy day in Florida.

I'm home alone and I have many things to accomplish today.
The rain had been 19 days in a row here thus far this month. Today for a few hours it wasn't raining. I took this opportunity to mow the very long grass that had grown in our yard.
I started in the back yard and then went towards the front of the house. When I got to the front of the house right near the front  bathroom area, a huge snake scampered across my path.
It was pretty big and very long. The sound of the mower obviously frightened him and he raced off towards the berm in the front yard almost directly under my feet! I couldn't tell if he was a water moccasin or a black snake he moved so quickly. I watched for him constantly as I finished mowing the rest of the yard, but I was glad I never saw him again.
I went into the house after mowing and jumped into the shower, it was so hot and humid I was just covered in sweat.
I needed that shower and immediately!

About an hour or so later,

I decide to go into the front bathroom to start on my hair. I wanted to flat iron my hair because it's been so damp here all month I was sick of my frizzy looking hair.
I plugged in the flat iron and stood in front of the mirror in my front bathroom now. Before I could even get the comb in my hair something frightening happened.
All of a sudden, three very loud banging's were heard throughout the entire house. It shook the bathroom wall. They came from the outside bathroom wall.
Right next to where I was standing!
The sounds clearly came from the front of the house, But how, they were so loud! It was so very loud I thought it sounds like someone was out front banging bricks on the wall.
That just didn't make any sense.
Who would do that in broad daylight I thought to my self, as my mind raced, and I tried to make sense of this.
I stood there for a moment just mystified.
The banging's lasted about three seconds in total.
It so startled me that after another second or so passed I ran to the front living room window immediately to look to see what that banging could possibly be? 
It was like someone had a bat hitting the wall! Seriously! I expected to see the wall broken.
There was no one there! No one running off. I thought maybe it was a prank of a neighbors child? Not that that had ever happened before. There was no one anywhere at all to be seen!
I saw the cat looking rather traumatized on the front window sill.
She was backed up into the corner of the window. She was staring in the direction of where the banging had come from. Exactly where I thought, the bathroom area!
She looked frozen and afraid.
I went back to the bathroom for a moment and the banging  happened a second time, This time I only heard it once. I ran as the banging was happening to the front window and again looked out. The cat was now gone from the window sill, and again,
I saw NO ONE there!
This is exactly where that snake was I thought to myself!
Could that be a coincidence? I don't believe in coincidences!
I went right into an open rebuke in JESUS name.
It was no light rebuke.
It was now clear to me what was actually happening.
I was angry this entity had come at me in such a bizarre way.
I walked outside and walked up to the outside brick wall.
No sign of anything hitting the perfectly white wall.
How was it possible for that entity to make so much noise on a brick wall? I did scratch my head. But then again I thought, they are capable of doing so much we just don't understand yet.
None the less, I wasn't going to waste another moment on this experience . Not another negative thought about it!

I went back into the house and proceeded to flat iron my hair.
As I stood there again I wondered why two days in a row I was experiencing odd odors and banging?
We live in a diverse dimensional realm here on the Earth.
Nothing surprises me anymore. I'm grateful that regardless of what happens in a day in my life I have a sure and powerful help in the LORD! There were no more noises after that!
Today I have come to understand that what I dealt with that day was a poltergeist spirit. It was taunting me.
Since I have become a Demonologist in the 1970's I have often had many spiritual attacks. I understand them now, but I never really enjoy going through them. I refuse to give into fear. I hope you will as well!

 
 

The Reptilian

Most people would think it was only a dream.

So, it was March of 2015.

I was sound asleep and having a horrible experience while I slept.

I wasn't dreaming and I knew it. This was more than a dream. It was terrifying!

I was able to come out of the experience at 3:54 a.m. I made a note of the time and sat straight up in bed. Just as some are able to astral project or have out of body experiences.

I was tempted to wake my husband up and discuss what had just happened to me, but decided I would be unable to communicate what had just happened. It was so bizarre!

Most people would think it was only a dream. How can I communicate that this was no dream! It was a conundrum that became clear to me as I sat there in bed. I needed to understand what had just happened to me.

However, the processes or experiences happen to us, they happen in such a way that you appear to be dreaming.

 But you're clearly not!

We are manipulated somehow in our sleep.

The experience was so bizarre even after all I have been through, that I wondered how I would share this. How can I communicate this properly? It was so completely frightening!

Upon full waking, or shall I say realization.

My memories were sometimes previously blocked from me somehow.  Previously when I had my experiences upon my waking, I would remember nothing. But this time I remembered everything.

 I hadn't been deprogrammed to forget what took place while I was under. I didn’t want to forget what had happened or have it erased. My problem was how can I communicate that this wasn't a dream? How can I share that I woke up before the deprogramming took place?

How do they do that to experiencers?

While I was under, I heard the woman say, "she is waking up, (she actually sounded panicked), quick attend to her she is waking up"! I saw women in the room all around me, about few of them in white gown type suits, trying to give me some strange anesthesia. It wasn't being administered to me as usual, through a mask, but something was being injected into me through a needle. I saw logos on the woman's uniforms, I was sure it said "IBM".

What happened to me was as follows:

 I was approached by an older tall thin man wearing blue jeans, a white shirt and a straw hat. I found myself in a strange cave like area that he had brought me to. We walked in together; I was curious but hesitant. I didn't want to go into that cave. 

It was very, very cold. I felt myself shaking so but the man seemed to fine in his thin white T shirt. 

I realized I was in an underground catacomb as we continued walking, that was very dimly lit. There were large lights on the cave walls but because it was so large in the cave, they didn't produce enough light. I remembered I had been taken there several times before. It was actually quite familiar. The smell the dampness and the darkness of it was so unique. Not something you could easily forget. It was a place I had clearly remembered being to at least three times before.

Living in Florida I'm not accustomed to this deep, wet cold that I felt but somehow, I knew I would be OK. I was very uneasy, and it caused such stress for me.

The man led me to a place where I would converse with a being that is in captivity there. The man explained that I would be alright, but I panicked a bit hearing that because it made me feel so uneasy.

 I somehow understood I was going to see an extraterrestrial being.

The ET lived here in the catacombs. 

I was asked to say very little to the entity and wait for the entity to address me first. I was told by the man in the straw hat that he was large and very frightening, yet I was in no real danger. He assured me he would stay close to me while I was in the catacomb cage.

As we walked down towards the cage, I found myself feeling very curious, cautious and was severely shaking. RUN kept coming into my mind! But to where?

Everything in me wanted to run in the other direction.

My insides were shaking terribly! I was so afraid of the unknown I hadn’t interacted with an extraterrestrial in the catacombs before. It was all so overwhelming!

To this moment I don't know why I didn't turn and run.

I was compelled to go towards this entity.

Something in me kept right on walking fearlessly forward!

That made no sense to me at all. Like I was on autopilot.

Was I under some kind of control? Was it mind control I wondered? Why was I a part of all of this any way?  Where am I? Why me?  I'm no one special, I thought to myself!

We kept walking a long way deeper into the catacomb and I was told the cage was coming up ahead on the right. I was shaking so hard all over I had to clench my teeth together as I was biting my tongue. My body was in full panic. I tried to prepare myself for what my eyes would now see. I just wanted to run!

However, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw!

As I walked forward now the stone dirt floor was uneven, hard to walk on and even more dimly lit. There were fewer lights on the walls. Did the being not like the light?

It added to my unstable feeling.

Then we finally arrived.

The cage was extremely large. I wanted to look away and run in the other direction. I was still shaking all over, and I could see "him" in the back of the cage standing very tall. Then he slowly began to approach the front of his cage area. I was led inside the gate area by the handler with the straw hat. My insides were trembling and made me feel like the shaking was a constant vibration. I felt as if I was going to throw up!

It was cold in the cage and very damp. He walked towards me on two very strong looking legs. I looked down, I didn't want to look up. I was too afraid.

His legs were very muscular. Frighteningly large!

He is a reptilian.

Odd shades of green and grey I could see in the dim lighting with what appeared as scales. It was at least 8 feet tall, if not taller and extremely frightening to look at.

Overpowering in every sense of the word. He is very much a living lizard like creature. His eyes are large I could feel his gaze fixed on me for the moment. He is clearly in charge here!  His face isn't long like a lizard's, it's much shorter. I took a quick gaze at him. There are only three digits on his hands and feet that I could see. His size was more frightening than his face to me. Not a normal nose tip, it was closed, I saw no nostrils, and the area that would have a mouth I did not see one. This creature isn't like anything I had ever heard of, or seen, or even imagined before.

I trembled with fear.

Initially beyond frightened, I was frozen for the moment. I was trying to focus away from him.

I could feel my fear rising in me. Since his cage was so large, I felt as if I could at least move away from him if anything went wrong. I was glad it was the size it was.

I wanted to back away but didn't. The handler left the bars wide open on the cage after I entered.

I was very grateful for that.

In the entity’s presence I could hear his thoughts.

I wondered if he was a demonic force of some kind.

I was hoping that thinking that would not anger him.

 I was afraid to even think anything, but I knew that it knew that I was afraid.

It didn't smell good in the cage and didn’t want to know what was causing the nasty odor. It was just him; I was sure. 

Neither of us moved very much at the onset.

I remained lowly in posture and quiet and trembling as he initiated the conversation.

The truth is I was so frightened I couldn't think straight!

I do remember speaking to him through telepathy.

 We didn't look at each other as we spoke. But we telepathically were having a full conversation. 

This was really odd to me, as he didn't even need to make eye contact with me to hear his thoughts!

I was really horrified by his sight, and I knew that he knew that.

 I looked over to my right as he stood close to me. I could see him out of my peripheral view and that was enough for me.  I understood it was for my comfort.

I say "he" as his voice was a very low male sounding voice that shook me like a woofer speaker. OR was that my fear?

A few times he came very close to me, but I didn't try to look this entity in the face. I was thinking, "He's the size of a grizzly bear" and I certainly wouldn't look a grizzly in the face. He had a strong, overpowering presence. He was so other worldly.

 Perhaps my cowering position was more peaceful I thought? Less intimidating to him?

I didn't dare move quickly.

I didn't want to bring any unnecessary attention to myself at all!

I thought, I wonder what I look like to him.

If I'm ugly to him or frightening?

I doubted it but I could feel that he understood my frightened feelings.

I have heard so much about aggressive reptilian creatures, I was hoping there would be no confrontation here! He knew I was afraid of him. It took everything in me not to turn and run! I mean everything! He knew that too!

The man with the hat stood outside the cage area very still. He was always in view. He had a high ranking I somehow understood, I don't know if the Reptilian told me that or not, but he was like a handler of this being. Assigned to him. I didn't understand why the man in the hat was dressed down. The straw hat threw me.

Maybe it was supposed to?

I'm still not sure why the man was so casual about all this, like he'd done this many times before.

I had a conversation with this entity for about a half hour it seemed and was then guided back out of the cage. I remember the reptilian saying I was given information for the future when I needed it, it would be then I would recall it. I don't remember anything else much more that was said to me. I knew it was now time to leave and I was so relieved. I walked out of the cage slowly. 

The man in the straw hat closed the cage door behind me with a bang.

We went back out the same way we came in. I remember very little of that walk.

I was now in a large room with many windows at least three stories up, it reminded me of a normal well-lit hospital room, but it wasn't a hospital room. There were military type people all around in uniforms, male and female and I heard a woman say, she can't wake up this time. We will begin the process now.

But I was already awake! Where am I? Who are these people, how did I get here?

I somehow had escaped their efforts to keep me under!

No sooner had she said it, I completely woke up!

I found myself sitting in my own bed. In my bedroom!

I woke up my husband after giving it all some thought.

I immediately told him what had happened.

He was extremely quite as I shared all this.

I tried to relay how we are manipulated to forget the process we are put under while we have experiences out of our bodies. I was still so upset.

How they make it come off as a dream, so much so as to confuse us. Who is "they" I wondered? I don't know!

The military? The ET’s? A combination of the two? Or is it some manipulation of the military to gain understanding to what happens to some of us that are involved in extraterrestrial interaction?

This I do know however....

I think we are all controlled at times somehow. Experiencers that is, we experience more than what we remember. We’re not allowed to remember some things. Why? We’re given information within us, not meant for all eyes and ears.

But for our understanding for a future need.

I hope sharing this will help someone else remember their unique experience.

Truth is truly so much stranger than fiction.

And not everything that happens to us is known to even us!

The Demoniac

 

It was 1986. I was on my way to work at 8:00 a.m. on a beautiful Wednesday morning. It was just a gorgeous day and I was only a block from work when I noticed I was driving on fumes!

I thought to myself I better stop in here at the neighborhood convenience store to get gas so I can make it home tonight.

I was really low on gas and I didn't want to risk the car not starting after work.

I pulled into the station and got out of the car to pump my gas. I was in a crochet white dress and was trying to be careful not to get it dirty.

As I was standing pumping my gas,

I heard a man say to me in a raspy dark voice, move over lady and let me pump your gas for you so you don't get your pretty little white dress all dirty.

I smiled at him and said, "No thank you sir, I've got this"!

 

Then he came over to where I was standing and tried to take the pump hose right out of my hand he was aggressive about it as well. This was really bizarre!

I said to him loudly, "hand's off buddy, I told you, I have this"!

I was firm but thought maybe he was just trying to be nice.

 

He all of a sudden started cursing at me. He yelled out loud, very loud I might add, "you bitch", his face was all contorted. His voice was like that of a drunk, he went on to say, "I was just trying to help you, you bitches are all the same"!

I could smell heavy alcohol on his breath now, and I had a very bad feeling just looking into his empty eyes! 

He seemed possessed. Really possessed. Something was very wrong with this man. He was up to something.

 I said back to him, "I said, No thank you sir" looking directly into his empty eyes.

He said again in an ugly almost growling tone, "all you bitches are the same"! F___k You!

Then he said a few more ugly things about me and walked over to my passenger door and tried to get in my car! No kidding!

That absolutely shocked me! I could not believe what I was seeing!

What kind of a nut am I dealing with here I wondered?

 

 He found that the door was locked so he kicked my door really hard with the heel of his foot in his anger. I was watching him as I was pumping my gas, so I stopped pumping immediately and said, "Hey get away from my car mister", what the hell is wrong with you?  I was very firm. I hung the pump up and  locked my drivers side door and ran into the station to pay for my gas and report this creepy weird man. I was in disbelief of what had just transpired!

 

 

When I got into the store I asked at the girl behind the counter to please call the police as there was a strange man at the pump outside who was harassing me and I told her he kicked in my passenger side car door. I also mentioned  to her I was concerned for other patrons that he might cause them trouble as well.

(Little did I know, it was all just starting to get very strange!)

I swear, it was like living in the twilight zone!

The odd young looking woman behind the counter just ignored me. She glanced up at me like saying "Don't bother me lady".  She was busy selling cigarettes and coffee for the working men who were in the store in line in front of me. A rather long line I might add. I could see that, I know she was busy but this was serious, I needed help NOW!

I thought to myself, what the heck is this?

The  real twilight zone for God's sake?  

No one here seems to care what is happening to me!

People literally ignored me. They were completely unconcerned!

I felt so alone and singled out! Tears were coming down my cheeks, I was beyond frustrated!

I pleaded with her once again to please call the police. I was really shaken by what had happened, I told her I was late for work and I had to get going.

The woman behind the counter glanced out to where my car was but the man was not near it at that moment, she said in a very nonchalant way, "what man"? She was still checking out other patrons who seemed oblivious to what I had just dealt with so I said the guy out there in the dark T-shirt. I said please help me out  here, he's really creepy!

The clerk acted still as if I were the problem here!

 

I went back to the car after I put my ten dollars down on the counter for my gas and I went to get back to my car to head off to work.

 

When I got to my car the man was now standing in front of my car door, like he owned it! I asked him to step away from my car. He said in a mean and very ugly voice, almost a growl, "Noooo"!

I told him I had asked the clerk to call the police, so get away from my car, he spit at me, and he got right up in my face as he seemed very upset with me and started cursing obscenities at me again. That was very frightening! Never had anyone ever spoken like that to me. It was a demonic growl.

 I said again, "get away from my car buddy and leave me alone"!

I held tight on to my purse and went to move him away from the door, he shoved me back away. I could hardly believe this guy, first he spit at me, which was horrifying and now he was pushing me!

 I was beyond mad! This man would not let me get into my own car. He was trying to get in it himself!  I could see he was acting as if it were his!

 

Thank GOD I had locked it before I went into the store.

 I ran back into the store, I said to the clerk again, please call the police NOW, this weird man spit at me and will not let me get into my own car!

 With that the man came into the store behind me and said loudly so everyone could hear, "Aww, come on honey, I know your mad at me but come on now, let's leave these people alone here".

SHOCKED, I prayed right then, GOD help me!

 

I was completely flabbergasted! I thought to myself, what the hell is he talking about. I said "LOOK MISTER" I don't know who you are, get away from me and stay away from my car, you're absolutely crazy!

 Leave me alone!

 

The lady behind the counter acted as if I were the one who was acting nut's! I was so confused and mad I could hardly contain my anger! How dare this jerk pull this crap on me I thought! What are these people thinking? What else had he said to make me look crazy? I looked at the girl behind the counter again and said CALL THE POLICE! PLEASE! My face was red with anger, I could feel my blood boiling.  I'm sure she started to wonder what "WAS" really going on!! I yelled at her again, I don't know this crazy man and I'm late for work!

 

I immediately headed back out to my car got in quickly and locked the door. I started the engine and went to pull out of the gas station onto 54th Ave North, as I tried to make a right the cars that were slowing for the stop light would not let me out of the station. 

 The traffic was backed up from the light on the corner and I was delayed pulling out onto the street. As I waited for the cars to let me in so I could turn right, the man came running from the convenience store and tried to open my passenger door again. He banged on the window hard and kicked my door really hard again with his heel! I heard the door make a strange sound.

I knew he had made a dent in my door. I started to cry!

(This is my only car and I worked so hard to keep it nice, this really made me angry!)

 I was able to pull out onto the street now, but before I could get through the light it turned red. Again I was stopped in front of the convenience store and gas station. To my utter surprise the man came running again up to my car and came to my driver side window this time and tried to hit it really hard to break it. Over and over again he pounded on my window. He still had that demonic look on his face like he was crazed. He was literally foaming at the mouth spitting and screaming obscenities at me the entire time.

I rebuked him in the name of JESUS and begged GOD to help me!

I was crying and screaming at the man to leave me alone!

 

With that he jumped on the hood of my car and pulled the windshield wipers straight up and bent them down. I tried to move the car forward with the light having changed to green, but he would not get off the hood of the car, The obscenities were absurd! He was actually licking the front windshield making crazed faces and spitting all over it!

This is utter madness I thought, what has possessed this man to attack me? Why aren't any of the people around me helping me? It was so confusing. It was like I was in hell!

  I stopped the car (as I didn't want to have him fall off the car and roll over him), shut it off and grabbed my key and got out of the car, pushed the lock down and slammed the door closed and screamed at him to "get off my car" and leave me alone! (He had just ruined my wiper blades! I was horrified!)

 I ran to the Semi truck that had stopped behind me at the light and said Sir, Sir, Please help me, this man is ruining my car and has attacked me! I don't even know him! Please help me sir! I was crying and begging the man for help. I was desperate. I will never forget how I felt at that moment, I was grasping for hope! He looked down from his high window and said in a unconcerned voice, "lady I'm on the clock", I can't help you, I'm in a hurry could you please pull your vehicle out of the middle of the road!

Again I was shocked! Stunned! No one was helping me. Am I in America? I was suffering this mad man all alone. WHY?

With that I ran to get back into my car. The weird man was on the grass in front of the gas station now, he saw the trucker was not going to help me and he headed for my car again, but I got there first. Jumped in and locked the door. My heart was pounding as he made his way towards my car again. He then kicked my car again, and I kept on screaming at him from the inside of my car to leave me alone!

It was about a minute later I saw the police car lights approaching, there were two cars, they pulled into the gas station and walked over to the crazy man. Thank GOD I thought, help is FINALLY here! They talked with him for a minute or two. Then one officer motioned for me to get out of my car and walk over to him. I got out and locked my car and left it right where it was in the intersection at the light. He motioned for me to move my car out of the intersection to the side of the gas station. So I did.

 

 The officer then asked me what the fighting was all about?

 I said, "are you kidding me"?

 I only came here to get gas this morning and this mad man attacked me, I told him I didn't need his help and he went berserk! Spit at me and kicked my car door in, shoved me and has not stopped cursing at me with the foulest of obscenities! Ruined my wiper blades and has screamed obscenities at me the whole time.  The Officer then said to me, is he your husband? I said, WHAT? "NO absolutely not",

 I have no idea who he is! I'm single!

 

He asked me again, Do you know him? I said "Hell No"! Why do you think I know him? Then he asked me what his name was? I could hardly believe this, help was here and now even they are questioning me! So I said to the cop, you have to be kidding me, I have no clue what his name is? 

He then asked me, "does he know your name"?

 I replied "No"!  I honestly have no idea who the idiot is! The cop did not seem to know who to believe, the crazy man or me.

How bizarre was that!

I had no idea what the store clerk told the police officer, so I was truly upset with this whole situation.

I again cried out to GOD, Please help me!

 

All of a sudden out of no where a little old thin white haired man with an extremely kind face came up to the cop and said, The woman here is telling the truth. I watched what she went through from this store over at the end of the strip and I know she has no idea who that man is. He was here long before she pulled in. He approached her as she was getting gas.

I was so grateful for the old man coming forward. I burst into tears!

Thank GOD! Finally someone is helping me! It was like the spell from this demoniac was instantly lifted and HOPE abounded!

 

The cop then asked me to show him my drivers license, so I got it from my purse in the car. He said O.K. I see your name is Teri, is that right, I said "yes", that is right. So then the officer walked over to the weird man and said so, you claim this is your wife huh?

The man said to the officer, "Yes, it is, she's just mad at me"!

Then the officer said, well then if this is your wife, what's her name? The man went silent and said "well I call her Susie".  The cop said, O.K. but what is Susie's real name?  The man was silent again for a minute and in a muffled voice said, Linda. The Cop said what's her last name, The man said I don't know. The cop said to the man, turn around..... He then hand cuffed the man.

 He walked back over to me and handed me back my drivers license. He asked me if I wanted to press charges on the man for what he did to my car. I said No, I don't ever want to see this idiot or  have to deal with him again ever. I was now one hour late for work! Exhausted and angry, I was released by the police officer.

I drove away from that intersection knowing that I had come face to face with a demonic entity that had possession of this strange man. I learned a lot from the experience but wish I hadn't had to endure it!

Be careful ladies, you never know what can happen to you even in broad daylight with many people in plain sight! Demonic possession can happen to people as this experience taught me.

It seemed like time had stood still there that beautiful morning.

Possessed people only have the upper hand until divine appointments take over. I am grateful to GOD for HIS help and deliverance from that poor possessed man. He went to the officers car spitting and growling. Thank GOD it wasn't my problem any longer.

I composed myself and headed off to work.

GOD had answered my prayers.