Before I begin, I would like to say that this story may seem to be embellished or all-together fictional. However, this is something that truly happened to me and I am reporting it in the most factual manner possible. If you have questions, feel free to ask them.
This event took place about 2 years ago. I had just gotten back from game night at a friend's church, though I was not a Christian at the time and still am not.
I was sitting around the living room of my parents' house where my mother and some friends that we had were talking about how wonderful god is. I disagreed vehemently with them and could feel the anger building in me, though I did my best to hide it as I would have gotten in trouble for not following my parents' religion. They went on about god for about 45 minutes, and during that time it became harder and harder to conceal my rage and it felt as though this level of anger was not possible to be had by a person. Eventually I was growling under my breath, and though I tried not to, I could hardly stop myself.
When the friends, a man and two women a little older than me, noticed this they suggested we all hold hands and pray. I held the hands of my mother and the man and as they began to pray, I could feel myself digging into their hands with a very strong force. After this had gone on for a while I can remember dropping suddenly on all fours and letting out a loud, growly scream. At this point, they began to pray over me and I continued to scream on my living room floor.
When this had been going on for some time, the mother of these friends had come over along with the rest of the family to try to help me. I had no idea when they came in because I was fading in and out of consciousness. The mother started to anoint me with oil on my forehead and I could feel a slight burn but nothing that would even cause me to say ouch. However, the spirit inside of me was still screaming as if it were on fire, though I felt almost nothing. It sounded as if some unknown language was being spoken when the spirit in me screamed and to this day I have no idea what was being said. My face felt like it had a buzzing mask attached to it that was slowly being pulled away, but was still somehow connected to me. The feeling is similar to what a person feels when they are leaving their body during astral projection, but it was not my soul that was leaving.
During the entire episode, my dog had been barking inches from my face in an effort to protect me. I was told this part later because I was unconscious of it at the time. He was not barking at me, but as if something were attacking me and he was scaring it away.
This praying and screaming continued until around 3 AM. I cannot remember the spirit leaving me or what happened to end the exorcism. I can only remember sitting on the couch crying and wanting to get away from everyone and just go to bed. I also have no memory of the following few days after that, most likely because this event was very traumatic and is to date the most terrifying thing I have lived through.
I still do not consider myself to be a Christian and this experience did not convert me. I believe that it was not god's power that was used to help me escape the malevolent spirit, but I believe that it was their own power and their belief in their ability to help me. I also do not say that this was a demon because I cannot know if it was this or some other kind of being. But it was a spirit that wished to harm me, and so I call it a malevolent spirit.