A Demon's fear

written from my personal experience.

Have you ever been attacked by a demon?

It’s an odd question.

Maybe it set shivers down your spin. Maybe it pierced your heart in fear, of the unknown, or an unpleasant memory.

Maybe you have.

Maybe you haven’t.

Maybe you don’t even know.

Maybe, just maybe, you want to know.

Let me put it this way.

Have you ever been sleeping peacefully? Under layers of covers in the dead of winter. Bundled up tightly, warm and comfortable.

Probably.

That’s how it starts. Sometimes.

It’s a darkness at first.

No form. No shape.

It’s there. It’s alive.

Or is it. You can never tell.

It’s a trick of the eyes.

A trick of the mind.

Twisting like tentacles.

Climbing up your body.

It starts at the feet.

That’s when panic sets in.

The blankets fall away.

Your pillow becomes a memory.

It reaches your chest.

You can’t breathe.

You can’t scream.

You can’t call for help.

You don’t know what’s going on.

No shape. No form.

No understanding of this thing as it tries to take hold. Tries to strangle you with its absence of form. Absence of thought.

It’s killing you. Slowly. You know it. It knows it.

Without your knowledge, the words form in your mind.

Son of the Fa-

You get that far with words.

The pressure multiplies. You chock on your own words.

You shove them out of your mouth. Push them forward. Coax them out.

Father, God the Creator.

It catches on.

No shape. No form.

Lots of intent.

It doesn’t like where you’re going with this.

It knows.

The darkness. It closes in.

The closest thing you can describe it as, tentacles. Twisting around you

No shape. No form.

Je-

So, close, it stops you.

You can’t breathe.

Your voice stutters. You keep going regardless.

You know the words you want. But you can’t even think them.

Jesu-

No! you can’t. The pressure is so intense.

Keep going.

No shape. No form.

No hold.

Get away.

Jesus Christ!

The words escape your mouth in a scream. A burst of energy you didn’t know you had.

You can breathe. You van think. The darkness the shapeless form falls away.

Your eyes snap open.

It’s the middle of the night.

You’re laying just as you were when it happened.

Stick strait. Arms at your sides, back against the mattress. Legs pressed together. On top of your perfectly made bed.

Your pillow is the only thing misplaced.

It is across the room.

Sitting on the floor.

The words you spoke slowly dissipate from your mind. You will never remember exactly what you said.

Except for the name.

You remember choking the name out of your throat.

Because you remember that the demons all fear it.

They all fear the name of Jesus Christ. 

Author's Note

I, to this day, don't remember exactly what I said. I know I said the full and complete title of Jesus Christ. I don't know why I did. I don't know how I did. but I do remember how it felt. Coming to Christ isn't that hard. it's leaving him, then coming back that's hard.

Reviews

[matrixmark]

Again, another piece which came more across to me as a short story. Very interesting to have read and some of it i CAN relate very well to. (But not going to go into detail here) tou structured this nicely and built a great step by step account of what can happen.
Its scary to think about - multiple times more scarier if it actually happens

Did i enjoy this piece.......i wouldn't say i enjoyed it. I would say it was an interesting and factual read.

Mark.