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I was sitting on my bed listening to John and Dina

fight (I had no choice but to listen) when I heard a loud male
voice yell at me, as if he were close to my face, “John Marshall
is a loser!” “How can you possibly love him?” “Why would
you even want him?” I immediately asked who he was. I had
a sense of dread about this one. He said his name was Larry

and that he was a demon. I asked him where he was. He said
that he was sitting beside me on the bed. He asked if I wanted
him to show himself to me. I said, “No!” I jumped off my bed
and started walking towards the living area and began feeling

swirling energy move around my feet. I could hear his
laughter. He enjoyed my fear. I thought about that fact for a
while. He went on to tell me that there were many demons
inside of me. I finally realized there was no escape. I could
not get away, so I went back to my room and laid down on

my bed.

It began to feel like a cover of darkness was slowly
being laid over me. The red candle was still burning on my
nightstand. It was the only light in the room. My mind began
to slow down. My thoughts were in slow motion, and I had
no control over this. What was about to happen to me, I

thought. I felt hypnotized and severely drugged. I wasn’t
taking any drugs or my prescribed Adderall, only Benadryl. I
could hear my own cell phone voicemail recording coming
out of my bedroom radio speaker saying, “I’m not available

right now, but if you leave a message, I’ll call you right back.”
It was so loud, and it was MY voice. They could imitate my

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