I think it was in the mid 1980's when my brother, who has always been a man of God, lived in Mississippi and was a member of a Church. I think he may have been a deacon or something. Anyway, there was this couple, I'm not sure how old they were but, from my imaginings when my brother told me this story, I figure they were probably in their mid-forties. The woman's husband had been a really bad alcoholic before his wife had finally convinced him to start going to church with her. And he did. He stopped drinking and was in church every time the doors were opened. One sunday, during alter call, he made his way down to the alter and fell on his knees praying. The man accepted Jesus into his heart and was saved. All the members of the church rejoiced in the man's victory as they watched the tears roll down his cheeks.
For months, the man attended church faithfully but then, a few weeks before he stopped going all together, he began to act really strange. He became withdrawn from the church members and his wife, seemingly agitated to be there, on edge to leave. The church members were worried about him and also for his wife, for she'd begun, in the past few weeks, to look pale and gaunt. Finally, after about three sundays of the man's inattendance, the pastor approached my brother and asked him to go with them to see this man. The wife had told him that the man had left home and was staying in a motel room across town. He'd told his wife that something was happening to him and that he was afraid he'd hurt her if he didn't leave the home. She'd finally told the pastor, after which the pastor approached my brother about it.
I'm not sure what night of the week it was, but my brother, the pastor and one other man went to the motel where the man was staying in the hopes of praying with him and for him. The man let them into his room easily enough, a terrified look on his face. He told them what had been going on with him, how he'd been hearing demonic voices talking to him, telling him to hurt his wife, how the urge to hurt her had been so strong in him that he'd left her so that he wouldn't hurt her. Shaken by the man's revelation, the pastor opened up the bible he'd brought with him and begun to pray forcefully. My brother and the other man joined the pastor in his loud and forceful praying.
The more they prayed, the more violently the man's body shook until suddenly he was seemingly knocked to the floor by an unseen force. It was as if he had no control over his body and indeed he did not. For as drool ran down the man's chin and his eyes rolled back in his head, his body begun to slither across the floor like a snake, undulating in anger. Long streams of drool were left on the floor as his body slithered across it. All night long this went on, the three men of God praying, each of them suffering small attacks by the man. Then on towards morning, my brother, who had never attended anything like this before, was blown heavily against the wall by an icy, foul-smelling wind. Then suddenly, all four men heard a deeply disturbing, angry growl and everything stopped. The foul odor was gone and the man they'd gone there to see slowly picked himself up from the floor, tears of grattitude and joy streaming down his cheeks. He fell to his knees, thanking God and the three men who'd saved his life and had rid him of the demons which had posessed him. My brother said that three demons came out of that man that night, each of them trying as they went to attack and enter he and the other two men he'd gone there with. Their faith had been strong enough that the demons couldn't penetrate their souls. For years, I have debated on whether or not to post this story to a website because, to be frank, it is one of the scariest true stories I have ever heard and it is a scary thought that something like this could happen to a person and somehow, I guess I was afraid that in the telling, it could happen to me....
