This incident happened in Edinburgh, Scotland in 1990. I was 7 at the time. It was April 7 at 9:40 p.m. I was sitting in the living room with my parents as I couldn't sleep for some reason. My Mum (who was sleeping on the couch) suddenly jumped up, pointed at my dad and yelled, "Satan worshiper! Get out of my house! What do you want from me?!" She then proceeded to run toward him, throwing things and yelling at him. She ran out of the house and into the woods.
My dad called my grandparents and asked if they could come over to look after my sister and me. I couldn't stop crying.
April 10, 8:00 a.m. After a few days of searching for her, the police found her in a hole in the woods, whispering to herself. My grandparents took my sister and me into my room so we wouldn't see the state she was in. My mum started crying and said, "Please... Let me take my children away from this Satan worshiper."
My dad was very upset as he is a Christian through and through. The police and the ambulance crew took Mum to a mental hospital for four months.
June 13, 9:00 p.m. I was lying in bed with my sister, praying to God to let our Mum come home when we heard a voice whispering to us. "Girls, it's me. Do not be afraid," the voice said. I immediately recognized the voice. It was my Uncle John, who died four years earlier.
"Uncle? Is that really you?" I asked.
"Yes, my darling," he answered. "It's okay. I'm here and you're safe."
I started shaking. All of a sudden, I heard a deep, dark laugh that chilled me to the bone: "Ha ha! You think your mother is coming back? Fools! Idiots! She'll die soon!"
I started crying and screaming. My aunt came to me and tried to console me, but no matter what she did, she couldn't calm me down.
Two months later, my Mum came home. She took me into her arms and said, "You know that voice? The gentle one?"
"Yes," I replied.
"And that voice you heard afterwards?"
"Yes," I replied again.
"That was my thoughts," she said. "I had demons inside of me. I am so sorry."
I wasn't sure if I believed her, but I was glad she was back. To this day, I can't get the voices out of my head. Unfortunately, in 2006, my sister developed schizophrenia, so I'm very wary that she might do the same thing.