In 2006, my now ex husband and I bought a home in Vienna. My daughter, Maliah was 3 at the time. She was an only child, and was very good at entertaining herself. Shortly after we moved in, she began playing with a child (a boy) that only she could see. She said that his name was Sadie Hans. Maliah has always had a very creative imagination, so I assumed she was just lonely and created a playmate.
She played with Sadie and conversed with him for months. I started noticing a change in her behavior about 4 months after. She really started acting out, mouthing off, and misbehaving. She got into finger paints one morning and covered her hands and feet. I had footprints and handprints all over my floors and walls. When I caught her doing this, I of course punished her, and asked if she understood why she was being punished. She said that it wasn't her fault, that Sadie had made her do it. I told her she was no longer allowed to play with Sadie. It all went downhill from there.
After that incident, our dog Magnum, a yellow lab/bull terrier mix would cower under the table and in corners over nothing. We would hear, late at night, heavy footsteps on the floors. I had to lay in Maliah's bed with her at bedtime, because Sadie was mad at her and "wanted to hurt her" for not playing with him.
One night, a little after 3 a.m., Maliah woke up screaming. I jumped out of bed, turned on her light, and saw a look pure horror on my little girl's face. She was crying so hard. It took me about 5 minutes to calm her down enough that she would talk to me. She told me that her leg hurt, that Sadie had bit her leg. Upon immediate inspection, I saw nothing. "No, Mom, the back of my leg", she said. On the back of her thigh, right below her butt, were child size teeth marks. Just to clarify, our dog spent his nights in his crate, and as I said before, Maliah is an only child.
The following day, I went through my house, and made it very clear that whatever was there, was not welcome in the name of Jesus Christ. We had no more activity after that.
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It was certainly no fun to deal with! When I finally said, enough is enough, and confronted it, I was so angry with what it had done to my child, that I literally had no fear confronting it! As a lot of you will learn, I myself was haunted and tormented by spirits as a child. My parents had priests come in and bless the house multiple times, and nothing ever got better. I learned that its just best to rebuke it in the name of God. I have found that if you find enough strength in your faith, and stand up to it, its very possible to rid of it yourself ��.