I have been reading stories on this site for quite sometime now. This is my first time posting to the site, so please forgive me for any grammar issues or punctuation issues.
Well, this has been happening my entire life. My mother and my pastor believe it all started when I was born. A little background will be necessary for the telling of my happenings. I'm adopted, I've never met my birth-parents, but according to my adopted parents (who I call mom and dad because I've never known anyone else to be my parents. They adopted me as soon as I was delivered in the labor and delivery room. They were in the room when I was born.), my birth-parents were into heavy drugs.
Well soon after I was born and my parents had taken me home they noticed how I would look into the corners of the room and stare for minutes, then I would cry. As I grew older, I saw things that others wouldn't see. But the fact that I have always seen these things from the time I was born even though I don't remember it, I thought it was normal and everyone could see what I saw. I remember as a young girl I was at a rest stop with my mother and I asked her why the man was in the women's bathroom, only for her to respond saying that we were the only people at the rest stop.
I began hearing voices telling me to do harmful things to myself and others. I wouldn't listen, always thinking it was my parents playing a joke on me. I would always see shadows moving about my house, and hear children's laughter, even though I was the only child in the house. I told my best friend in grade school what I saw and heard and she told my mother, who immediately dragged me to the pastor's house where he prayed over me. I remember feeling this incredible anger boiling up inside of me, so I asked my mother to go home because I was scared and she said okay and we went home.
Fast forward a few years. I would go under the desk in my room and cry for hours on end for no reason, I would get very mad and throw things.
My mother went to the pastor again to talk about some money issues that we were having and he flat out said, "This is about your daughter isn't it?" and she said, "Yes." That's when I learned that I was possessed. It all made sense: the shadows, the voices, the anger, the sadness. My mother took me to the church where I had an exorcism. I shook convulsively during the entire thing. The pastor and my mother both saw many shadows and evil looking things leave my body. Afterwards we went home and I distinctively remember looking at my mother and saying plain as day, "They're still here, Mommy, they're still here." My mother called the pastor and he came over. He said he has never felt so much negativity or seen so many demons at one time, in one place. They have since left after I started reading the Bible and praying daily. We all believe that I got them from my birth-mother.
A year or so ago, my mother and I were talking about this whole experience when she informed me that she had videos of me shrieking and speaking in tongues while I was asleep as a young child, all the way up until I had my exorcism. She always suspected that I had demons inhabiting my body and our house but she didn't want to believe it. I have notebooks full of pages where I wrote, "Mommy, help me. Get them away from me." and "Mommy, help I'm scared."
I still hear children's laughter in my upstairs hallway and I know that they're waiting in my house, just laying dormant until they can get back inside of me. I still see them around, but they never injure me.
I know a lot of you readers will not believe me, but this is 100% true. This has been happening my entire life, and you can believe it or not, because I know the truth and that's all that matters. Feel free to comment, unless your going to be hateful or mean. Feel free to ask any questions and I will try to answer them as best I can.