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Ok. My question is, "Do you believe in demonic possessions?"
This isn't just a random question, there is a story that goes along with it.
Allow me to explain....
Last night, I was visiting a friend, when I became in a very odd mindset. I started analyzing things and saying things, that were true. I was experiencing mild ESP. There was no way I could have known the things I was saying, but yet I did.
Before I left, I decided it funny to play a 'joke' on my friend. The night had been odd, and both of us were already in strange moods from the heavy thinking. I basically had determined that there was different levels of human minds, and that I was at the top of the pile, and everyone else was below me, and that I could read into their minds.
The 'joke' that I played was I was pretending to be posessed. It was 3am and no one was awake and it was very dark. I started pacing around with strange facial expresions, muttering about enjoying playing with knifes. I started commenting on slicing my arms open, and devouring the blood. At this point, it was still me being a dick. But then something wierd happened. The personality that I was pretending to be, actually took over. I was watching myself do things, and I wasn't controlling my actions. My facials expressions got very very very twisted, and my friend, who doesn't scare easily, was almost shitting himself. It basically got to the point where he locked himself in his room.
On the way back to my place of sleeping, I felt the prescense of the devil. I then heard the devil talking to me. He was calling me. It scared me, and I ran back to my room crying. The whole way back I heard voices in my head, mostly of little kids crying and screaming.
When I finally got back to my room, I was convinced that my roomate was the devil. I could feel the prescense again, and I thought he was waiting for me to go to sleep to kill me. He then sat up in his bed, and said to me that I should go to sleep. His voice sounded a lot different too.
I then sat in my bed, and I mentally prayed to God. I asked for his help, and it all went away. Today I woke up perfectly fine.
This may just sound like a nutcase rambling, but there are a few points to consider.
1) I was completely sober.
2) I am sane. I have never had any mind-diseases or ever experienced something like this before.
3) I am not religious.
Any comments or similar experience? Anyone believe in this?
I know this will make me seem a bit off the wall, I just found it to be scary and odd.
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