"Fear had been a part of my life since I could remember. As a young child my dad would sit on the end of my bed until I fell asleep, because I didn’t want to be left alone due to my fears. I was afraid of the dark and I often sensed an evil presence. I can express it now, but as a child it just felt like someone bad was in my room or outside my window. It got a little better as I got older, but if I read a book with some sort of evil in the story line, I wouldn’t sleep in my room, so I would have to sleep on the floor of my older sister. None of my four sisters were tormented by fear, just me. Sometimes even now when we get together and the subject of fear comes up, they will all reminisce about my various episodes of fear and me ending up in my sister’s room.
When I was 23 years old, I had just moved back to my parents’ house after graduating from college. On one particular night I was getting ready for bed as usual, but when I attempted to go to sleep, I couldn’t, because of fear. I felt an evil presence around me and I was afraid to close my eyes. It was so tangible, it felt as if I could almost touch it, and the hairs on my arms were standing on end. This was a familiar battle, but the evil presence seemed to be increasing in intensity. I knew it was a demonic attack and I began to sing praises to God. As I sung, I felt the presence of God and I felt His strength, but the evil was still present and very palpable. I kept singing and speaking to the evil spirits rebuking them in the name of Jesus and using the word against them. The demonic presence was so great and I knew who was behind it, so at one point I even spoke to it and said, “Satan, I know you’re here, so you might as well manifest yourself.” He didn’t appear, but I felt bolder and more peaceful as the night progressed. This went on for two or three hours, I can’t remember, but it was at least that much. I recall the hour, but at the culmination of the battle, and after much speaking of scripture and singing praises to God, the evil presence broke. I felt the Holy Spirit flood me with peace and the demonic force left. The evil left, it did not gradually go, it left all at once, and broke as if a large chain had been snapped. I know that battle was a decisive victory in the heavenlies, because, ever since that night, I have no longer been tormented by a spirit of fear. That’s not to say that I don’t sometimes feel a little fearful, but I am no longer tormented at night by demonic spirits of fear."
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