Draft Part III ch01 — A Life Among Them (13 encounters)

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13 chronological accounts, voice preserved, facts untouched, each
with header + Lesson. Author's own stated realizations used where
given; interpretation gaps marked [NEEDS YOUR INPUT] rather than
invented. Updated OUTLINE Part III.

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+# Part III · Chapter 01 — A Life Among Them
+
+*These are the most notable encounters of my life — the ones worth preserving. There are many others. I have set down the clearest of them here, in the order they happened, so that you will know this is real, and so that you will know it can be survived.*
+
+> **A note on these accounts:** I am telling the truth as I lived it and as I remember it. Some years I no longer recall exactly; where a date or detail would help, I have left a mark to fill in later. Nothing here is invented.
+
+---
+
+## 1. The Levitating Couch
+
+**When:** Age 19. **Where:** A friend's home, where I spent weekend nights. **Who:** Me, alone, late at night.
+
+We had watched *The Craft* — the movie about witchcraft. I enjoyed it, but afterward I couldn't sleep, so I stayed up watching television on the couch. I had a drink on the table beside me, set up so I could reach out without looking, grab it, and take a sip while I watched.
+
+One time I reached for it and the drink wasn't there. When I looked over, I found that the couch and I were both three to four inches off the ground — levitating. It scared the absolute hell out of me. I threw myself off the couch onto the floor and screamed like a little girl. All my friends woke and came running to see what was wrong, and the best I could tell them was that I was probably going crazy.
+
+**Lesson:** The opening of a door can look like harmless entertainment. *[NEEDS YOUR INPUT: how you read this encounter now — was* The Craft *the doorway, or only the night it first showed itself?]*
+
+---
+
+## 2. Talking to Static
+
+**When:** Around the same period (age ~19). **Where:** The same friend's home. **Who:** Me, Eric, and John.
+
+We began playing with the idea of talking to static — tuning a radio to dead air and asking questions, as a way to reach spirits or whatever else listens from the spiritual world. The more we did it, the more things happened: shadows, sounds, objects moving in other rooms.
+
+One night, as we went to investigate, Eric was thrown across the room by something I could not see. John was seized by the throat and lifted about six inches off the ground. It looked as though his throat was being collapsed and forced outward from the inside at the same time. When we checked Eric afterward, he had marks on his stomach and chest where the thing had struck him.
+
+**Lesson:** Inviting them to speak is inviting them in. Static was not a game; it was an open line, and something answered it with violence.
+
+---
+
+## 3. First Proof — The Camera in the Hallway
+
+**When:** *[NEEDS YOUR INPUT: year/age]* — when I first moved into my grandfather's house. **Where:** My grandfather's house. **Who:** Me and John Carter.
+
+It began with objects vanishing, shadows at the corner of my eye, and strange sounds all through the night. John Carter and I decided to test it: I set my webcam to take pictures on motion detection and placed it in a hallway, where nothing we did could influence it. I waited about three hours.
+
+When I checked the pictures, there were two shadows about three feet tall that walked into one of the bedrooms — and a shadow seven and a half feet tall that came through the doorway. You could see its head pass through the doorframe. We repeated this several times and kept finding them. The cats that lived in the house would track things across the room with their eyes — things we could not see. That was just as terrifying as the photographs.
+
+**Lesson:** When you stop trusting your own senses, trust the witnesses that cannot lie — a camera that was not touched, an animal with no reason to pretend.
+
+---
+
+## 4. The Cleansing — and What I Came to Believe
+
+**When:** Days after the camera proof. **Where:** My grandfather's house. **Who:** Me; Mary Carter (John's mother, who cleaned for the church); and a deacon.
+
+I asked for help. Mary Carter came to look the house over — but she said she could not work in it yet, because it was crawling with a demonic presence. A couple of days later she returned with a deacon from the church, and we began to cleanse the house.
+
+At that time I did not believe in Jesus, in God, or in any of it. I was entirely science-minded; I did not think such things existed. During the cleansing I had to accept Jesus as my personal Savior — to truly dedicate myself to Him and His teachings — and I did, and I prayed with them through the house. As we went room to room, I kept seeing shadows at the edge of my sight, things that were not there a moment later, vanishing as I turned to look.
+
+Then we came to one closet. When the deacons opened it and began their prayers, a giant black shadow shot past all of us, tore through the kitchen, and went out the back door.
+
+**Lesson (in my own words):** That moment completely converted me. I had walked in a skeptic and walked out a believer — not on faith alone, but on what I saw flee from the name of God.
+
+---
+
+## 5. Three Taps at the Window
+
+**When:** Sometime after the cleansing, ~3:30 a.m. **Where:** My grandfather's house. **Who:** Me, alone.
+
+Mary Carter had warned me: if I stopped believing in Jesus and stopped praying, these things would come back three times stronger. She told me I would hear them at the windows — scratching, tapping — and that it would come three at a time. I assumed "three" just meant her "three times stronger."
+
+I was wrong. One night while I slept, around 3:30 in the morning, I heard three taps at my window. That window stood twelve feet above the ground. No person could have reached it. I looked out and saw nothing, and of course I was terrified.
+
+**Lesson:** Take the warnings literally. What sounds like a figure of speech can be a precise instruction — and 3:30 a.m. is their hour.
+
+---
+
+## 6. The Scream
+
+**When:** *[NEEDS YOUR INPUT: year]* **Where:** The same house, when I had roommates. **Who:** Me and my roommate Adam Sweeney.
+
+One night Adam knocked on my door to ask if I was all right. I said I was fine and asked why he was worried. He told me he had been trying to sleep and woke to a very loud scream that seemed to come from my room — but I had been gaming at my computer, not making a sound, and I know for a fact it was not me.
+
+The next night, while I slept, I woke to a horrible, blood-shrieking scream directly over my face. It lasted about two and a half seconds. It almost sounded like Adam, but slightly off. I jumped up and ran to check on him — and he was perfectly fine and had made no sound at all. That was when we decided we probably had a ghost. We thought it was a ghost, not a demon. I wasn't going to tell him about demons; he would have thought I was crazy.
+
+**Lesson:** They wear the voices of the people you trust. A sound that is "almost right" is a tell — it is mimicry, not the person.
+
+---
+
+## 7. Learning to Feel Them
+
+**When:** Over the following stretch of time, ending about a year before I met my wife. **Where:** The same house. **Who:** Me.
+
+In time I reached the point where I could feel these demons in a room and see them — I saw them all the time. I was terrified constantly, so I prayed for God to take away my ability to see them. He granted it. In a way, I wish I had not asked.
+
+But I found another sense had been left to me: I could feel a demon's presence as a pressure on my skin when I walked into a certain area. I learned to use it. I would let my hand hang out and feel for the direction the pressure came from, and that told me where the thing was, so I could track it down. Eventually I drove all of them out of that house, and I lived a relatively quiet life for about a year. That is when I met my wife, Mary.
+
+**Lesson:** What looks like losing a gift can be the trading of one weapon for a safer one. Sight terrified me; the pressure-sense let me hunt them without being unmade by the seeing.
+
+---
+
+## 8. Ghost Hunters — The Plantation Home
+
+**When:** *[NEEDS YOUR INPUT: year]* — after Mary and I moved into the trailer with the front addition; around when the show *Ghost Hunters* first aired. **Where:** Augusta-area sites, including an abandoned plantation home in the woods. **Who:** Me and John (and occasional skeptics we brought along).
+
+We had a quiet year in that house. Then John — who lived a house down across the street — asked me to start investigating with him; he hoped to find the ghost of his father, who had recently passed. We bought equipment: a camera, a video camera that recorded to DVD, several audio recorders, infrared lights. We visited several supposedly haunted places around Augusta.
+
+Most nights we found nothing major. But at the abandoned plantation home in the woods, we repeatedly had to deal with things we then called ghosts and now know were demons — seeing things, hearing things, catching moments on camera. We often brought a skeptic along to keep us honest, because the mind plays tricks, and we wanted to be sure we were not simply hallucinating.
+
+**Lesson:** Going looking for the dead is how you find the things that were never alive. We thought we were hunting ghosts; we were drawing the attention of demons.
+
+---
+
+## 9. Rock House — The Giant on the Stairs
+
+**When:** *[NEEDS YOUR INPUT: year]* **Where:** Rock House — a home built in the 1700s, one of the first rock houses in Georgia and among the oldest standing structures there. **Who:** Me; later John and my friend Chip, separately.
+
+A fellow teacher — the school's historian, librarian, and yearbook editor, and president of the Historical Preservation Society — told us about Rock House and gave us permission to investigate. People often went there for séances or to look for ghosts. We went many times and often found strange things happening.
+
+One time, walking down the stairs into the root-cellar area, I saw a giant at the corner of my eye — something between a ghost and a demon. It was white, huge, built like a linebacker. I saw it for only about half a second. I told John, because he had seen me freak out and swing at the air. He said he had an idea, and later took Chip — a friend who believed in no gods or spirits at all — out to the house while I stayed away. I had told Chip none of this. Chip went down those same stairs and saw the exact same figure in the exact same spot. When John told me, we knew we were dealing with something real.
+
+**Lesson:** Independent confirmation is everything. A skeptic who has been told nothing, seeing the same thing in the same place, is worth more than a hundred of your own frightened nights.
+
+---
+
+## 10. Rock House — The Ball of Light
+
+**When:** During the same investigations. **Where:** Rock House. **Who:** Me and John.
+
+We often saw shadows there, and recorded balls of light moving through the air. Most we dismissed as dust. One was different. On the video, a white ball of light comes out of the stones of the fireplace, travels through the air for about *[incomplete: specify distance]* feet, and then makes a complete ninety-degree turn straight down through the floorboards. It kept moving below — we could see it because of the stairwell opening: it came out at the stairs, crossed them, went back up, and then went into a radio we had playing static. The static stopped the instant the light reached it.
+
+**Lesson:** *[NEEDS YOUR INPUT: how you read the light going into the static radio — confirmation that static is their channel?]*
+
+---
+
+## 11. Rock House — The Cold, the Window, the Hand on the Bone
+
+**When:** During the same investigations. **Where:** Rock House — the yard and the last step of the house. **Who:** Me and John.
+
+One day John and I stood about three feet apart in the yard. He said it was bitterly cold where he stood, but where I stood was warm — about a fifteen-degree difference. We switched places, and the temperature switched with us. We thought a demon, or a ghost, might be following us. Then we looked back at the house and saw, in the basement window, a dark shadowy figure pacing back and forth, as if trying to get out. It had no good presence about it; it seemed to want to hurt us.
+
+So we went back in — like a pair of idiots — to try to capture it. We got nothing on any device and saw and heard nothing inside. But as I left, stepping off the last step, something reached out and grabbed the bone of my leg — my left femur — and I fell. There was no bruise, no mark, nothing to show for it. I simply felt something take hold of the bone inside my leg. By then I had come fully back to believing in God, and I realized I needed to study demons seriously, because these were not ghosts. These were demons, like the ones I had dealt with before.
+
+**Lesson:** They can touch you without leaving a mark, reach past the skin to the bone. Do not mistake "no evidence on the body" for "nothing happened."
+
+---
+
+## 12. Bringing It Home
+
+**When:** *[NEEDS YOUR INPUT: year]* — toward the end of the ghost-hunting years. **Where:** Our home; and John's home across the street. **Who:** Me, my wife Mary, our dog; and John.
+
+It was when problems began appearing at our own home that we decided to stop. One night Mary and I woke to a terrible feeling and heard the floorboards creaking all around the bed, as though something paced back and forth at its foot. We could see nothing in the dark room — but our dog, in the bed with us, could hear and see all of it. It shook and wet the bed, it was so frightened. I said the prayer Mary Carter had taught me, and after that we had no more of it.
+
+I told John we had to stop the hunts — we were bringing this home, and it was attacking us. One of the last things to happen: John's wife, Stacy, was away on a trip, yet night after night he kept hearing her voice in the empty house. We set up the audio recorders and recorded him through the night. I went back, cleaned up the audio, and I can tell you for a fact that Stacy's voice is on that recording — though she was in another state. That confirmed it for John. We put all of it behind us for several years.
+
+**Lesson (in my own words):** We were bringing this stuff home, and it was attacking us. Whatever you go looking for, you carry back to the people you love. That is the price, and it is paid by them, not only by you.
+
+---
+
+## 13. The Quiet Years, and Standing Guard
+
+**When:** From the birth of our first daughter onward, through Atlanta, Tennessee, and the house on the hilltop. **Where:** Several homes. **Who:** Our family.
+
+After that I had no demonic trouble for a long time. It returned only when our first daughter, Sarah, was born and things began happening in the house — but by then I knew the work. We cleansed the house and had no further problem, even after we moved to Atlanta. Years passed before I had to face another. By then I was well guarded and protected and knew how to battle these things thoroughly. I had read *The Demonologist* by Ed Warren, and many scriptures of the Bible, to protect us and to wage spiritual warfare.
+
+After we moved to Tennessee and lived with Dad, small things began in that home — but our bedroom stayed safe, because we cleansed it constantly and said our nightly prayers. When we finally moved out of Dad's and into our own house on the hilltop, we never had to worry about a demon problem again.
+
+**Lesson:** This is the whole point of the book in your hands. The hunting years taught me at terrible cost what the quiet years proved: a guarded home, faithful nightly prayer, and a cleansed room hold the line. The danger never fully leaves the world — but a household that knows the work is a household they cannot take.
+
+---
+
+> *Cross-references to add once Part I (Doctrine) and Part V (Battle Manual) are drafted: the cleansing prayer Mary Carter taught me → Part V; "talking to static" and channels of contact → Part I / Part V; the pressure-sense as a discernment tool → Part V discernment.*

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 ## Part III — Testimony *(plain, first-person)*
-- ch01 — `[NEEDS YOUR INPUT: first encounter]`
-- (one chapter per account)
+- **ch01 — A Life Among Them** *(DRAFTED — pending author review)* — 13 chronological encounters, age 19 → the hilltop house. Source: `input/first_demon.md`.
+  1. The Levitating Couch · 2. Talking to Static · 3. First Proof (camera) · 4. The Cleansing / conversion · 5. Three Taps at the Window · 6. The Scream · 7. Learning to Feel Them · 8. Ghost Hunters / plantation home · 9. Rock House — Giant on the Stairs · 10. Rock House — Ball of Light · 11. Rock House — Cold / Window / Femur · 12. Bringing It Home · 13. The Quiet Years
+- (further accounts → ch02+ as author supplies them)
+
+**Open `[NEEDS YOUR INPUT]` in ch01:** years/dates for several accounts; the Rock House ball-of-light distance; author's interpretation/lesson for #1, #10; reading of *The Craft* as doorway.
 
 ## Part IV — Practice & Devotion *(warm teaching)*
 - ch01 — Daily practice

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+The purpose of this book, or series of books, is to help preserve the knowledge we have gained over time. This is to serve as a way to archive what our family believes, the experiences we've had, and to provide guidance on how to interpret the current world. It ensures that future generations, as well as Sarah, can always look back to this so that they can deal with whatever may need to be addressed. I love my family very much, and I want to make sure they are armed with as much knowledge as possible to help defend against the challenges they may face in their lives.

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+Times I dealt with demons.
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+When I was 19, I was staying with a friend constantly. I didn't actually live there; I just spent the nights on the weekends. We decided to watch a movie called *The Craft*, which is about witchcraft. It was a fun movie, and I enjoyed it, but then I tried to go to sleep. I couldn't sleep, so I started watching more TV. At this time, I was laying down on the couch with a drink on the table beside me. Everything was laid out so that I could just reach my arm out without even looking, grab the drink, and take a sip while watching TV. One time, when I went to do that, the drink wasn't there, and when I looked over, I discovered that myself and the couch were about three to four inches off the ground, levitating. This scared the absolute hell out of me. I jumped off the couch onto the floor and screamed like a little girl. All of my friends woke up and came in to see what was going on, and I explained that I was probably crazy.
+
+Later one night, we started playing around with the idea of talking to static, which is a method to possibly communicate with spirits or other things in the spiritual world. We would tune the radio to static and ask questions. While we started playing with this more and more, we started having incidents where we would see shadows, hear things, and see objects move in other rooms. As we went to investigate, one night in particular, Eric, my friend, was thrown across the room by something I couldn't see, and my other friend, John, was grabbed by the throat and picked up about six inches off the ground. It looked like his throat was actually being collapsed but also expanded from the inside. When we looked at Eric later, we found that he had marks on his stomach and chest where the thing had hit him.
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+When I first moved into my grandfather's house, that's when I found on my first proof of a demon. It first started with random objects disappearing. I would see shadows out of the corner of my eye and hear other strange sounds constantly throughout the night. I talked to my friend, John Carter, and we decided to experiment with my webcam taking pictures using motion detection to see if we can find something.When I set up the camera, I placed it in a hallway so that we didn't influence the camera in any way. I then decided to wait about three hours. After three hours, I looked at the pictures and there were two three-foot-tall shadows that walked into one of the bedrooms, and a seven-and-a-half-foot-tall shadow that walked through the door as well. When it walked through the door, you could actually see the shadow's head go through the doorframe. Which, needless to say, was terrifying. We did this several other times and found out the things. Also, the cats that lived in the house would randomly track things with their vision, things we couldn't see, which was also just as terrifying. Eventually, I realized I needed some help with this, and John's mother, Mary, she was able to do this. She actually worked for the church as a house cleaner. I arranged for her to come over and give her look-over on the house. What we found was that she actually said that she could not do this at the time because the house was crawling with a demonic presence. A couple of days later, she and another deacon from the church came over, and we started cleansing the house.
+
+At this time, I did not actually believe in Jesus, God, or anything else. Instead, I was completely science-based; I didn't think any of that stuff existed. During this cleaning, I had to accept Jesus as my personal Savior, which meant that I actually had to dedicate myself to him and his teachings. I did this, and I also prayed with them in my house. As we moved room from room, I would see shadows out of the corner of my eye. I would see things that didn't actually exist at that moment. I would see a shadow and try to look for it, and it would disappear in front of my eyes. Eventually, we came to one closet in a room. When we opened that closet, and the deacons started doing their prayers, a giant black shadow shot past all of us, ran out of the kitchen, and out the back door. Needless to say, this completely converted me.
+
+One of the things that Mary Carter told me was that if I did not continue to believe in Jesus or deal with praying, what would happen is these things would come back three times stronger. I remember one particular time she said that I would hear them scratching at the windows and to listen for tapping on my windows, and it would be three times at the time. I thought she meant three times stronger because she had just said that. Turns out I was wrong. Later, one night when I was sleeping, it was around 3:30 in the morning, and I heard three taps at my window. Now, to explain this: the window was 12 feet in the air from the ground. It was impossible for a person to have done that. I looked out the window and didn't see anything and, of course, was extremely scared.
+
+Later in that same house, I had roommates. One of them was Adam Sweeney, a friend of mine. We would see weird things, but we kind of chalked it up to whatever, and we didn't care about it at that moment. One night, he came to my door and asked if I was okay when he knocked on my bedroom door. I said, "Yes, I was fine." Why was he worried? And then he told me that he was trying to sleep and woke up to a scream that was very loud but seemed to be coming from my room. However, I know for a fact I was not making noise because I was gaming on my computer and wasn't talking to myself. Later the next night, while sleeping, I woke up to a horrible, blood-shrieking scream directly over my face that lasted for about two and a half seconds. It almost sounded like Adam, but it was a little off. I then jumped out of bed, ran over to check on Adam, and he said he was totally fine and didn't make any sounds. And that's when we realized we probably had a ghost at the time. We didn't think it was a demon; we thought it was a ghost. I wasn't going to tell him about demons because he would think that I was crazy.
+
+Eventually, I got to the point where I could actually feel these demons in a room and I would see them because I saw them all the time. I eventually prayed for God to please remove the ability for me to see them because I was terrified all the time. God granted that wish, and in a way, I wish I hadn't asked for that. I did find out that there was a way I could feel the demon in a room; I could kind of feel a pressure on my skin if I walked to a particular area. I could use this to kind of locate where the spirit might be, and that helped me determine whether or not that was something in the house. During this time, a lot of times I would have my hand hang out so that I could kind of point and feel with my hand what direction the pressure was coming from, which let me know where the demon was. I could track it down. I eventually kicked all of these things out of this house and lived a relatively quiet life after that for about a year or so. That's when I met my wife, Mary. 
+
+Mary and I eventually moved into a house that was a trailer with an addition on the front of it. I lived almost across the street from John, but he was one house down on the opposite side of the street. For a year or so, we had no problems; everything was fine. The show *Ghost Hunters* had just come out, and John asked if I could start doing that with him because he was interested in possibly finding the ghost of his father, who had recently passed. We started going on ghost hunting trips together. We started buying a bunch of equipment and things to record our experiences, including a camera, a video camera that recorded to a DVD, and also several audio recorders and other things such as infrared lights to help investigate these areas. There are several supposed haunted areas around Augusta, and we went to several of them and did our own investigations. Most of the time, we didn't find anything major. There were two places where we did find things. One was an abandoned plantation home that was off in the woods. Several times we had to deal with spirits and demons, which we didn't know were demons at the time. We just thought they were ghosts. We would see things or hear things, and we would record occasional moments of things happening in the background with our cameras. We sometimes would take other people along with us to help be the skeptic or to help keep us in check to make sure we weren't hallucinating, because the mind does strange things.
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+I was working at a school at the time and talked to the historian, librarian, and yearbook editor who also worked there. She was a fellow teacher. Talking to her about this randomly one day, we came up with the idea that she was the president of the Historical Preservation Society, and she knew of a very old home built in the 1700s called Rock House. It was one of the first rock houses built in Georgia. It's probably one of the oldest standing structures still there. She said often people would go out there and do seances or look for ghosts and things of that nature, and she gave us permission to go out there. We went out there several times to do several investigations. Many of the times we would find strange things happening, or we would hear weird things happening. One time, when I was walking down the stairs into the root cellar area, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a giant. That giant was kind of like a ghost or a demon. He was white, he was big, he was like a linebacker. And again, I only saw it for about a half a second or so. I told John about this because he asked why I freaked out and acted like I was trying to punch air. John chronicled that and then said, "I had an idea." That idea involved him and a friend of mine named Chip, who didn't believe in any gods or anything, to go to the house as well. While Chip and John were there without me present, and I had not told Chip any of this, Chip went down the stairs and saw the exact same thing in the same spot. John later told me that this was happening, and that's when we realized we were probably dealing with something interesting.
+
+Over our time investigating that house, there were many times where we would see shadows. We would even record balls of light moving around. We usually ruled these out as possible dust particles. However, one time was interesting. On the video, you can see a white ball of light come out of the rocks of the fireplace. It moved across the air for about [incomplete: specify distance] feet and then it did a complete 90-degree turn straight down into the floor. It went through the floorboards; it then continued moving. We could only see that because there was an opening for the stairway, and we saw the ball of light come out of the stairway, go across the stairs, go back up, and then go into a radio that we had that was playing static. It stopped the minute the ball of light hit it.
+
+There was one time we were walking in that particular area outside and at the house in the yard, John and I were about three feet apart. He noted that it was extremely cold that day, but where I was standing was warm. There was about a 15-degree difference in temperature. We switched places and had the same temperature. That made us think that it was possible that a demon was following us or a ghost. At the time, we did not realize that it was a demon. Later, when we looked back at the house, you could see the bottom of the basement had a window, and in that window, we saw a dark, shadowy figure pacing back and forth like it was trying to come out of the house. It did not have a good presence; it seemed to want to hurt us.
+
+We then went into the house, like a bunch of idiots, to see if we could possibly capture it on film or a sound of some type on the sound recorders. We didn't get anything on any of the devices, and we didn't see anything or hear anything while we were in the house. When I went to leave the house, as I stepped out on the last step, I felt something reach out and grab the bone in my leg. It grabbed my left femur and I fell down. I did not have a bruise or any marking to tell me that something had grabbed it. I just could feel something grab the bone in my leg, and of course, that scared me at this point. I had started fully believing again in God and realized that I needed to do more studies on demons because I started to think, at this point, these were not ghosts; these were demons like I used to deal with in the past.
+
+We decided to stop ghost hunting because we started having problems appear with us at our home. One night, Mary and I were asleep and we woke up to a really bad feeling. We could hear the floorboards of the house creaking around the bed as though something was walking or pacing back and forth at the bottom of the bed. We couldn't see anything because the room was dark. But the dog that was in the bed with us could hear and see everything and was shaking and started to pee in the bed because it was so scared. I did the prayer that Mary Carter had taught me. And we didn't have a problem back to that point. I told John we need to stop doing these ghost hunts and even hunts, and realized that we were bringing this stuff home and it was attacking us. One of the last things that happened was John had said that his wife was on a trip and, for some reason, even though the house was empty, he was hearing her voice constantly at night. We set up the audio recorders and we recorded him at night. I went back and looked at the audio, cleaned it up, and I can tell you for a fact that Stacy's voice was heard on that audio recording, even though she was not there. She was in another state. This confirmed to John that we needed to stop the demon hunts, and we put all that behind us for several years.
+
+I didn't have a problem with anything demonic after that period. It wasn't until we had our first daughter, Sarah, that we started having problems in the house. Eventually, we got the house clean and didn't have a problem even after we moved to Atlanta. It was many years before I had to worry about another demon problem. I was well guarded and protected, and knew how to battle these things quite extensively at that point. I had read the book "The Demonologist" by Ed Warren, as well as many Bible scriptures, to help protect us and engage in spiritual warfare.
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+After we moved to Tennessee and were living with dad, that's when we started noticing little things would happen in the home. But our bedroom was safe. We constantly cleansed our bedroom and did our nightly prayers to help keep us safe. Eventually, when we moved out of dad's and into our house on the hilltop, we never had to worry about a demon problem again.