I should have realized I miss-spelled the word profit before and used Prophet.
I do not see an EDIT button anywhere so I guess this will have to do. Thank you mods for moving this thread to the proper location.
After the demon left me alone for a few years, I was relieved to be rid of it but I was a strange kind of child. I was the kid who sat alone in a
corner and didn't want to be a part of the group. I loved spending hours of time alone just playing with my imagination. I was always a good artist
and some of the things I drew would raise question marks of what exactly was going on in my ..
I met one my only friends and best friend in kindergarten and he was Jeremy Kidd. When I was 12 years old I had just recently got a Nintendo so me and
my sister were in my room playing it when my mom called me to the kitchen because I had a phone call.
It was Jeremy and he was crying in confusion because he was claiming I had just called him and cursed him out! He was asking me why I would say the
things I did when my sister came running from the bedroom and latched onto my leg, scared out of her little mind.
She told me then as she has told me recently that when I left the room she was looking at the TV screen and in the reflection she saw me sitting on
the bed. She looked behind her and saw me, but the colors of my clothing were reversed. (instead of a red shirt and blue shorts I was wearing a blue
shirt and red shorts).
The demon had returned.
Soon after this I remember laying on my top bunk bed coloring a picture when my closet door opened and I heard a voice call my name. A stuffed animal
flew from the shelf in the closet and hit me in the face. I took the stuffed animal (a Big-foot actually) and showed my mom and I remember the concern
on her face.
Things were also happening to my friend Jeremy and while I did not experience this myself I have to believe what he told me. This includes him hearing
horrible sounds outside his window at night and an incident with a large knife. His step-dad had a collection of old records in a stack on the living
room floor and they woke up one morning to find a knife from the kitchen stabbed through the stack of records. His parents gave no thought what so
ever to the paranormal and blamed him even though there was no way he had the strength to drive a knife through the records.
He would go to his fathers house on some weekends and it was a Saturday evening when his little brother Randy called me sounding very excited and
afraid. He said he was sitting on the living room couch when Jeremy walked out of the bedroom, right past him and out the front door. The thing was
that Jeremy was not at home, he was visiting his father.
I went to the school library to find a book about demons or paranormal stuff and I found one dealing with various types of spirits. The book said that
a spirit who could take the form of people was called a Bogart.
My atheist father got a huge kick out this, calling it the "Bad-fart" and making fun of everything I said.
This round with the demon ended when Jeremy and I went to church with my mom and after the service when everyone had left. we had a kind of exorcism.
She prayed over us and cast the demon back to where it came, but she spent extra time with me and seemed extra concerned about me.
None the less, this series of events ended but it was far from the last time I would face the Devil.