Brian's
Story
I am a regular
sixteen-year-old kid. I have a 3.2 GPA, I play football at
my High School, and am the Sports editor of the school
paper. But I have a very dark past.
Many years ago, my Uncle's
brother passed away--in a car accident--at the ripe age of
19. I was so enraged that the God that my grandmother had
told me such much about, had taken him, that I decided to
ignore Him. This hatred is what allowed me to be extremely
susceptible to the influence of an old friend. This friend
was a "witch" and was looking for new converts. I
was and still am an extreme believer in magic and he told me
that I was very strong.
I, little by little, taught
me many things, and soon enough he told me that I should try
to be host to a demon. Not just any demon he told me, but
one who is as strong as Satan himself. I remember asking,
"Why me?" He told me that only I was strong
enough... I said OK, and we proceeded with a ritual.
Everything was going well until "IT" showed up. It
was as black as a star less night, and when my friend (we'll
call him JJ from here on out) tried to greet It (its name, I
would learn later, was Bezzalthium), he was flung 6-feet
across the room and hit a wall. Bezzalthium then extended
its hand to me and I accepted it.
For years It corrupted me. I did deeds that I wish that
would have never happened. When people angered me, I had my
new friend follow them and scare them. When one guy kept
making passes at my girlfriend, I nearly killed him.
I was heading down a downward
spiral. Until one fateful day in a men's room. I was
in the restroom in my old school, with one of my best
friends and I was talking about something, and I--for some
reason--told him about Bezzalthium. That is when he said,
"Is he that black shadow hanging on your
shoulder?" "Yes, I replied." "We
got to talk to Vanessa (name changed)"
So we did, and she cried. I was like a brother to her and
she could not believe that I was "doing drugs!"
(metaphorically relating tarnishing my soul, with the drug
of demons.) Then she got every single Christian in our
chorus class and we prayed...then the real problems began.
When she started I screamed, "NO!" in a voice
unrecognizable to my friends and I don't ever remember doing
it. Then it was torn from me, kicking and screaming and
trying to stop the prayer at all costs.
The next night it returned.
It clawed at me and sliced me up really bad every time I
fell asleep. When I returned to the chorus class the next
day, I was sleepy and shredded, but Vanessa held me and
prayed over me as I got a much needed hour of sleep.
It is gone now, I feel its
presence once in a while, but it knows that although it won
many of the battles during its five year span with me, I was
the one who won the war. I have not practiced any witchcraft
since, and am a frequent reader of our Lord's Word.
