2. Black cape dementor.
On this situation I was in the front seats of the car with my dad, my mum and my sisters on the back seats. We were on a highway heading home when suddenly a demon appeared in front of me and took hold of my neck. It was squeezing my neck and it hurt a lot. This demon was flying and could passed through the car. It was very ugly, rotten, looked like a skull and had an opening where its mouth was supposed to be and through that opening it was sucking me up through my mouth. It was taking away all my strength and as it was holding my neck, I could not speak and I had a panic attack. Around the demon there was a lot of wind going around it as if it was coming out through a black hole. I could feel “wind” coming out of me. This demon started saying (through my mind I could hear it) that it knew that I wanted to die and that it was going to kill me at that moment. I told the demon (through my thoughts) that it could not kill me for my life was God’s, but that if it could kill me for it to do so when I got home, not in the car with my family. At this moment I started thinking happy thoughts, I pictured my little sisters and how much I loved them. I could not move my head or my body but I managed to look at my dad and look at the demon again and then to my dad again. At this moment my dad realised what was happening and rebuked the demon in Jesus’ name, and so the demon left. When we got home my parents prayed over me for God’s protection, and the demon did not kill me (obviously).
After some time, I found out that the demon I saw was the black cape demon, the same one that is in the Harry Potter saga called dementor. As you all may know, Harry Potter is satanic and the things that appear in the films and books are real witchcraft and demons. Interestingly enough, what Harry Potter and his friends learn how to do to make the dementors go away is think happy, innocent thoughts. (On a side note, I had not watched the film before I saw that demon.) About the HP series, do not watch them! An angel appeared to a friend of mine and told her to break the Harry Potter DVDs she had for they were product of a witch (the author). This christian friend of mine used the films to find out more about the demons on them, so even if you watch them with a good christian intention, they’re still bad! This is why I did not and will not watch the other HP films (or any other related one).
These situations happened about 3 years ago, in the midst of my strong depressive years and moments. I hope they can encourage some and open the eyes of others. I sincerely do not remember the order in which they happened. In all cases, before they happened, I was feeling very suicidal.
1. Blood on the sheets.
I laid down on my bed and felt lots of difficulty in breathing. I looked around and saw a black ghost-like presence around my room. I could hear the word “suicide” being repeated very strongly, in my head and also from my surroundings. I felt very afraid and reached for my sheets that were at the end of my bed. As I was going to put them on I smelt blood and realised it was coming from my sheets. There was no blood on them but they smelt like blood all over. I began praying (in my mind, for I could not speak) and the word “suicide” became stronger. I sensed that someone close to me was going to commit suicide, so I started praying for everyone in my family, one by one. Then as the feeling didn’t leave, I started praying about some friends that I remembered. But the word “suicide” only grew stronger. Then I heard something saying “you” various times and I started crying because I was “caught” wanting to commit suicide. Then I prayed for God to help me and take those demons away, and He did. The blood smell also stopped and I could cover myself.
The next day in school I found out a boy my age had committed suicide. He was in the same class that I was a year ago, but I didn’t know him and had never seen him. His name is the same as my name (just taking the end “a” away) and he is the same age as me. That was the first time I experienced the “substitution theory”, where when a death or accident is about to happen and someone prays for it not to, it happens to someone else, normally with some “coincidences”. In this case, it was supposed to be me, but as I prayed, it was passed to someone else. I believe God allowed me to pray for my relatives and some friends so it would not be passed on to them, for a few days later, I heard my uncle was wanting to kill himself but did not.
After this happened I heard of a story in which a demon appeared when some people were crowded around a person that had died. A few people saw the demon, one of which told me the story. The demon was waiting to get that person and take him to hell. But, that person’s wife saw the demon and started shouting that it could not take him, because she wanted her husband alive. The demon then said that he had to take someone down today and that man was the one, but that if she wanted, he could leave him and take her instead. She then told him he could take him, for she didn’t want to die. That’s the theory of substitution, in practise.