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May 2006 – Page 24

Attacked by the Invisible
by Anonymous

Back in 1982, when I was 12 years old, I made it a habit to ride my bike to where my dad had his town board meetings at night. At least until this incident.

I lived in a very small town at the time. When the meeting finished, it was dark outside. The building was on the edge of town next to a cemetery. My dad was still in his meeting, so I just put my bike in the back of his pickup truck and climbed into the cab and waited. I rolled down the window because it was a warm summer night. I had only been sitting there waiting for a few minutes when all of a sudden the chain-link fence started to rattle really hard, like something was climbing over it. This fence was about 35 or 40 feet from the truck I was sitting in and was also well lit by the overhead parking lot lamp. So I know that if there would have been a real physical human or creature I would have been able to clearly see it. On my side of the fence and right next to the fence was a short stack of corrugated roofing tin lying on the ground.

The fence started to rattle for a few seconds and then it sounded just like someone or something jumped down and landed loudly on the roofing tin, but I could see nothing there. I heard two or three steps on the tin and then a bunch of rapid and loud foot steps in the gravel walking directly toward the truck that I was sitting in. I was horrified at the fact that I could not see anyone coming toward me. I quickly rolled up the window and locked both doors.

Just as I locked the doors, the entire truck started to violently rock back and forth. Even a much stronger rock than a normal human being would be able to do. I sat in the very center of the cab on the verge of tears. The rocking lasted for maybe 30 seconds and then completely stopped. After awhile my dad came out and got in the truck with me. I told him about what happened and he scoffed at me. He didn't believe me at all.

It was impossible for this to have been imagined. I know that it was real. I have always been in tune with the "supernatural" and have many other stories of real things. Many of which I do not tell. I even got involved with Black Magic to an obsessive degree. Now I am a very active Christian. I am not scared of the dark side at all. Demons still come and bother me once and awhile but I have, know that I am perfectly safe now. I just cast them away in the name of Jesus Christ.

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