INHen, I was 17, I was attacked by an evil spirit or, as some call them, demons. Me and my family lived at home with three bedrooms, in Danville Ill. One day, when I returned home around 17:30 from work, my mother was still cooking dinner and went to her, hugging and looked at what she was cooking. I kissed her and then went to the room to listen to the music because the dinner was not ready. I gathered on the bed and put on the headphones. I heard a DJ conversation and he put the Beatles. When the song started, everything was fine, the song was as I heard, but this time something went wrong.
When I heard this song, the person talked to me. He said “Satan Satan Satan”. I also heard crickets in the background and still heard the song, but lightly. As soon as I heard it, I said “no, no”. I went to get up when I sat on the bed, my hand grabbed me and pushed me, I felt my fingers on me. I also felt his legs and he was sitting at my waist. I grabbed his arm, but I didn't see anything, just a hole around my hands, I felt like a shoulder and as if he had warts. My room became icy, like 30 below zero, and smelled of sulfur. I tried to take it off, but I couldn't. When I knew the evil spirit would kill me, I tried to pray, but I couldn't say a word because he squeezed. Then I said in my mind: “God, mercy on me, I will change, I will be good!” And as soon as I said it, it disappeared. If I didn't call for God's lend a hand, I would die that day.
