The Third Hour

While lying in my bed, in the darkest hour of the night, peacefully sleeping, and vulnerable in my subconcious state, he finally showed himself to me. All the nights with voices, and screams going through my mind, inducing schizophrenia. His dark power has haunted me, and have terrified me. His large gauges, and blue tribal tattoos. I don't know his name, But there is a distinct feeling of familiarity. He has no physical form, and never will. He showed me that through dream. Horrified, I wake up, darkness consuming my room with it's thick, murky clouds. His spirit is present, And sweat trickles down my face. My heart rate increases, and my body goes numb. Oh! The power is overwhelmingly real! Audible sounds of his voice are threatening as the carpet fabrics rise and move as if someone is actually rustling it. It's all around, and the Holy Spirit I'm yearning for is completely absent. I felt doomed as I layed there, frozen in terror, sweaty, and unable to speak. My heart wrenches for a Savior. Immobilized in my bed, not being able to move, no matter how hard I tried, I yelled at my demon, and told him he wasn't allowed, through the Holy Priesthood. His spirit immediately left, and peace fell upon me from an unseen source. I finally knew I was safe, yet, I also knew, my demon wasn't done.