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Doom Lingers

Coming back from a college class, feeling tired I crawl on top on my bed for a midday nap and slip into a blissful sleep. Aroused from slumber, my bed shaking violently and turning , I expect to see a human, recognizable and known to me. Familiar and welcome. There is no one. Checking to see I am awake Checking to see if I am alone. Checking my mental state to find derangement. Nothing . Dismissed, I start to slip into the slumber and it shakes again. I am hyper alert Wide awake. I ask myself Is it really shaking Yes. My eyes open and I go to rebuke what this is and it enters without warning- In through the top of my head following a path leading to where my soul resides, it screams at me in foreign tongue. Computerized, synthesized, screeching and vile. The voice drips with evil, hate and threatens to touch the core of my human essence. I am in danger of replacement. I am being hijacked for this body My soul runs from this entity and screams for our maker to witness this violation, to raise His sword at this reptile, to help me fight the unseen. It is forced back out through the top of my head and I lay there sweating, panting, contorted. Violated.Impure. Tainted and broken, I feel terrorized. At my next sleep, I am awakened to find I cannot move my body- only my eyes and I hear that voice laughing at me. Mocking me. Reminding me he is there, stalking me and waiting for me to drop my guard. The worst part of it all friends.... This story is true. 6 seconds. Changed me for eternity. Take heed. This really happens to people. They call this a " walk-in". Soul interchange. Where a human soul is replaced with a demon. So yes, they walk amongst us. When you wonder how people can do some of what they do- Now you know- because they aren't people. 05/06/2021 sponsor- Funom Makana

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