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[…] their mere presence was an attack. The supernatural terror I felt was coming from them. They were evil, my soul just knew that on some instinctive level.

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Hello Readers, hope all’s well. Time for another post in the Do Not Fear the End Times series. I’m continuing with Wednesday posts until I begin another miniseries like the one on the Jezebel spirit.

Today I’ll be writing about something significant that happened to me very recently. I was visited and attacked by actual demons in the night. It was my first “in person” encounter with a demon, although that phrase isn’t a perfect fit in this situation. You’ll see what I mean.

How can I even describe an event like this? How can I describe the supernatural? Well I can’t give up on describing it because it’s difficult, I have to try. I hope you’ll be able to follow along.

Fighting off My First Demonic Attack

This happened in the early morning hours of March 5, 2020. I know that because I keep a dream journal, and when I have a dream that I remember when I get up, I write it in the journal. I wrote about this demonic spiritual attack in the entry for March 5.

I should point out that before going to sleep for the night, I had to break up two fights between my four dogs. They all got into one fight suddenly, for no clear reason, and I broke it up. Less than 20 minutes later, the same thing happened and I had to do it again. This was somewhat unusual.

Now to describe the actual attack. I had been sleeping, but woke up. The room was dark, and silent. But soon I realized that not all was peaceful.

There was a shadow person in the room, watching me. I couldn’t see it, but I knew it was there. I just knew it. My soul knew.

As I looked around the empty room, I finally caught glimpses of the shadow person. It was almost like something that blinked in and out of existence. I caught glimpses, and it would disappear again. But it was not moving from the spot where it was, about 10 feet from my bed. It wasn’t moving at all, just standing there.

When it was visible, it was a vaguely humanoid outline of pure blackness. It had completely red eyes, no visible pupils or other features of human eyes. They were two red areas within this vague black humanoid outline.

If you’re not familiar with shadow people, here are a few images I found online. I hope it helps you imagine what I’m trying to describe. Over the years people have seen different ‘varieties’ of shadow people. There are a few recurring types such as “head and shoulders,” “cloaked figure,” and “hat man.” I can’t tell you which, if any, of those types was in my room. It wasn’t visible in our physical realm long enough for me to tell that.

I saw glimpses of a poorly-defined, vaguely shaped shadow person
Too well-defined to be the one that I encountered; I never saw such a well-defined shape
2 varieties encountered by others, “Hat Man” and “cloaked figure”

I closed my eyes, and when I did I was aware of shadows moving around me. I could see shapes even after closing my eyes, which I’m sure you understand, and I knew these shadow shapes were moving all around me.

It was at this point I became aware of the extreme fear I was feeling. It felt like my heart had stopped. I felt a kind of dread and terror that I could never properly describe.

This was a supernatural fear, and I believe it was part of the demonic attack. In other words, I was suffering a “fear attack.” I don’t know if it was coming from this shadow person, or other demonic spirits that I couldn’t visibly see in the physical realm. But it was like fear was their weapon they were using against me.

And now there was something else. In my mind’s eye, if you will, I saw something. It wasn’t in front of me, it wasn’t visible, it wasn’t even in this room. It wasn’t here with me, in our physical realm. This image was in my mind, but it was an unmistakably clear, distinct, and bizarre image that I can never forget as long as I live. I’ve never seen anything like it before, so there was nothing else influencing my vision of this image. And it came to my mind completely unbidden.

I saw a bizarre, bald humanoid with a perfectly round head. And when I say “perfectly round” I mean it was like someone had drawn a circle in MS Paint by using the appropriate tool. This would have been comical if it weren’t for the situation. It had ashen grey skin, and pointed ears. I could only see it from the shoulders and neck up, but it seemed to be wearing black clothing. It had completely red eyes with no pupils, like the shadow person.

And when I saw this thing in my mind’s eye looking at me, I felt intense hatred coming from it. This thing, whatever it was, it just hated me, and I was sensing that. Hatred, that was all, no other emotions. It hated me with a hatred so intense, it was like a supernatural hatred.

As for why it hated me so much, I have no idea. Did it hate me because I’m a Christian with faith in Jesus Christ? Or does it just hate all human beings? I don’t know, and I have no way to answer such questions. But I could definitely sense in my soul that it had extreme hatred for me.

Behind this bald, hateful grey humanoid was a completely grey background. There were no objects in the background. There was no horizon, no sky. Nothing to give a sense of distance. There was nothing behind the figure. Only grey, nothing but grey.

For those wondering, no, this figure was not like one of the grey aliens well-known in popular culture. This thing had a perfectly round head. And its eyes were red, not black.

The image kept popping into my mind, unbidden. I couldn’t stop seeing it. I knew that this thing, whatever it was, was also attacking me. It was part of this whole event. I don’t know what role it played, but it was in on this attack.

None of these spiritual entities were making moves toward me or anything like that, but their mere presence was an attack. The supernatural terror I felt was coming from them. They were evil, my soul just knew that on some instinctive level. I didn’t question how or why. They were not supposed to be here in my house, in my room.

Now by this point, March 5, 2020, I had been studying demons and spiritual warfare for about 5 months. I knew that when attacked like this, calling on Jesus is your only defense. I also knew to wield the Sword of the Spirit, which is God’s Word.

It was hard to move my mouth, but I attribute that to my sleepiness since I’d woken up during these very early morning hours. I wasn’t experiencing sleep paralysis. I spoke out against them, saying what came to mind.

“Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ, Jesus Christ.” I started out with simply invoking the name of Christ. And I did it again. And then I continued: “In the name of Jesus Christ, get out of my house. Get out of my mind, get out of my life. Get lost! Get lost in the name of Jesus Christ!”

I spoke at them in as commanding of a tone as I could muster in my sleepy state. Just like I understood that the grey humanoid hated me, I also felt some kind of instinctual animosity toward these things. I’d never encountered anything like them before, but I knew they were evil and I had animosity toward them. So despite being so sleepy, there was anger in my voice as well.

Now I started wielding the Sword of the Spirit by throwing verses of Scripture at them. “I Fear Only God. Our God did not give us a spirit of fear! And no weapon formed against me shall prosper! So get out!” It’s very important to note that I didn’t recite which verses those were, because I didn’t remember the exact verses. I only knew the phrases and I said them. Those verses are Luke 12:5, 2 Timothy 1:7, and Isaiah 54:17, respectively.

This is important to note because this tactic was effective even when I didn’t have the verses memorized. Study God’s Word every day so you know Scripture, and if you’re ever attacked like this, throw in what Scripture you do know. The words have power over these spirits even if you don’t remember the book, chapter, and verse these quotes came from. Even the name of Jesus Christ itself has power over them too. Don’t stop invoking Christ’s name: “In the name of Jesus Christ …”

I wasn’t immediately aware of it, but at some point I did realize that when I started counterattacking using Jesus’ name and the Holy Scriptures, that supernatural fear fell away from me. I was very disturbed by this whole situation, but I wasn’t supernaturally afraid when I was reciting Scripture.

After a few repetitions of invoking Jesus’ name and telling these spirits to “Get lost! Get out!” while reciting these Scriptures, I stopped talking. I was silent and waited. There had been no reaction to my counterattack while I was speaking it, so did that mean they were gone?

I closed my eyes and lay there, ready to go back to sleep. I thought maybe I’d driven them off. But nope, I didn’t. They weren’t gone.

Very soon, within 20 seconds after I’d finished talking, I felt that same supernatural fear suddenly grip me again. An existential terror and dread, like I was about to die. Like something was coming for me. It felt like my heart had stopped.

I repeated what I did before. There was no other way out of this, and I needed these things out of my house. I started up again, and I had more anger in my voice this time. I’d already had enough of this.

“In the name of Jesus Christ, get lost! Get out of here, filthy spirits! Get out of my house! Get out of my mind! Get out of my life! In the name of Jesus Christ! Our God did not give us a spirit of fear! No weapon formed against me shall prosper!”

And so on and so forth. It was basically like that.

One of my dogs started whimpering now, he was having a dog nightmare. But I knew what was really responsible for that. I couldn’t see it, but I knew my dog was somehow being tormented in his sleep by a demon right now. That made me mad because I felt like the demons were doing that because what I was doing against them was working. I took my dog and held him close to me.

“And leave my dogs alone! In the name of Jesus Christ! No weapon formed against us shall prosper! GET OUT, NOW!!”

This time I continued longer with my verbal attack in Jesus’ name. More repetitions of what I’d been saying. In the name of Jesus. Get out. Scripture verses. I stayed at this for a few minutes at most.

These demons don’t leave on the first try. We need to keep it up until they leave. It’s either that or there were many demons in my room, and I had to keep it up until they all left. That’s also possible.

Finally, I stopped. I was silent. I waited. The fear didn’t hit me again. All was quiet, including my dog. I closed my eyes and lay there, hoping I could get back to sleep now. It was somewhat frightening at first, not knowing if these things were completely gone or not. But that fear didn’t hit me again and I felt safe. My verbal assault on them worked, but only because it was empowered by Jesus.

I fell back asleep soon enough and even had a regular dream afterwards too. There were no ill effects from what happened.

Key Takeaways and Lessons Learned

Nothing like this had ever happened to me before, and nothing like it has happened since. Every night for about a week after this, I felt trepidation when I was lying down for bed. Would I get another attack this night?

It wasn’t a pleasant thought. I had no idea when they would attack again. I supposed it could happen at any time, but there was nothing I could do about that, so I wasn’t going to worry.

I knew God would protect me, and now I’d seen for myself that the Sword of the Spirit and invoking Jesus’ name is effective against any demons or spirits that come against me. By this point I’d heard about it, but now I had seen it for myself. I’d fought my first battle, and won with Jesus’ help.

I must assume that these demons and shadow people will attack me again one day. And I have no idea when that will happen. And I imagine that later attacks will be more frightening and difficult than my first one. But that’s not something I’m going to stress over. What good does worrying do me? (Matthew 6:27)

When it happens, I’ll defend myself. I have faith that Jesus will protect me, and His Holy Spirit will show me what to do. Any new elements that manifest at that time, I’ll rely on the Spirit and deal with them somehow.

But let’s stick with the topic of this first attack. I’m going to list what I feel are the key takeaways from my experience:

  • These demons/spirits/shadow people are pure evil
  • They can’t (or don’t) physically harm us, at least not yet
  • They can use fear as a weapon, it’s a terrifying supernatural fear much stronger than natural
  • Calling on Jesus, invoking His name, and reciting appropriate verses from Scripture is the only way to defend and fight them off
  • We need to maintain our verbal assault of until these things leave, they don’t leave on the first try and we need to keep it up
  • Have faith and stand in your authority as a believer; command these demons to leave, they must submit to the power and authority of Jesus Christ, they have no choice
  • (Maybe) Animal behavior might clue you in to spirit activity

I hope to never go through this again, but I know I’m going to. I’m more ready for it now, though that confidence can be dangerous too. One thing I know for sure: Jesus is the power and all these evil things must submit to Him. We aren’t fighting on our own, we need to remember that.

If you’ve ever had an experience like this, leave a comment below and tell us all about it! Maybe we can learn something from your story too.

I’d be lying if I said this event wasn’t frightening. It is, but you can get over the fear through Jesus. You have to fight back against these things, and you can by the power and authority of Jesus Christ. Stand firm in your authority over evil as a believer. They will back off from you. It’s scary, no doubt. But there’s nothing to fear from them.

Fear Only God. These filthy demons most definitely do.

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