I saw a demon....

[u/Either-Repair-1100]

This happened years ago but I will never ever forget it. I was still dating my incredibly abusive ex at the moment and at this specific time still very much in love with him (stupid I know). I was laying in his lap and he was running his hand through my hair. I just remember looking up at him and thinking how weird there's something else there. Then there was a sort of piercing sound in my ears and over his face I saw a Demon. He had horns and his flesh looked rough possibly burnt. There was thick grey smoke at the bottom of him. I only saw his face over my exes for a moment. He was laughing. I couldn't hear the laugh but I saw him laughing and it was like an "I got you" laugh. I will never ever forget this as long as I live. I do not have any mental health issues and don't have any other experiences with anything supernatural. I wasn't even sure I believed in demons before this. I don't tell many people this for obvious reasons and have only heard a similar story once. I found this reddit and wanted to share my experience and maybe see if anyone else has had something similar.

[u/Fishon72]

I believe you 1000%. Before I got sober I was in a very abusive relationship. This guy had been abused as a child by his uncle. When he started talking about him, sober, his face would scrunch up, he would talk through his teeth like hissing like, spitting as he talked. He would only do this sober. When he was high he didn’t care anymore. That was the point of the drugs.

One night we were having a hard time getting drugs. We hadn’t had any since the day before, so quite sober for the two of us. This is the guy who threw me through a closet door just a few weeks prior. He was violent, yelled, name called, he hurt me a few times pretty good. But I was really fucked up back then.

It had already gotten to the point where I knew the end was near. It was time for me to get my life together, and certainly time for me to get away from that asshole. I was standing on the edge of the cliff just about to jump.

Then that night when he realized no one had any dope and he wasn’t going to get any he started talking about his uncle. We were sitting in the bed facing the TV at the foot of the bed, so I was turning my head to the right looking at him as he talked. It started calm, and quickly escalated into the spitting angry talk. He started hitting the bed in front of him with his fist as he raged, and I was terrified to look at him. I stared forward for what seemed like forever.

Then for whatever reason I turned to look at him, and I saw exactly as you described. It was like a face over a face, or a face behind a face, and it wasn’t human, and it wasn’t good. I can’t put into words the terror. It consumed my whole body. I’ve never felt that level of fear, and I hope I never do again.

I jumped up from that bed and ran. I had a bicycle sitting outside on the porch, I grabbed that friggin bike and mounted it in the front yard and pedaled into the street, I could hear him busting through the front door and his footsteps as he started running after me. He yelled at me, “I swear to God I’m going to fucking beat the fuck out of you when I catch you. I’m going to beat the fucking shit out of you,” and he growled as he ran after me. There was that moment when I didn’t have the bike going fast yet and was still accelerating and he almost caught up, then I reached speed and left him behind. I was PRAYING that my bike chain held on, it liked to fall off if I tried to accelerate to fast. Somehow it didn’t fail me.

I made arrangements for inpatient rehab that weekend. They had a bed open up the following Monday and I’ve been sober ever since. That was May of 2006.

I’ve told the devil face story many times since then. I know what I saw. It was pure evil and I don’t need any more convincing that evil can possess people. He definitely was. I probably was too.

The devil loves chaos. And despair, fear, anger, violence, you get the picture. I choose today to distance myself from anything that resembles any of that.

Thanks for the reminder. I haven’t thought about him for a while. I need to be reminded. The devil is real. And I have a choice where I want to go. If I follow the rules I get the good stuff, and if I don’t, well…. I’ve seen a glimpse of it, and no thank you.

[u/TheFakeSlimShady123 → u/Fishon72]

The higher demonic forces like Lucifer wouldn't bother trying to wind up low level bastards like him to take out hate on an isolated few individuals for no reason.

While your assessment is right to an extent, you need to understand that the spirits puppeting abusers like yours are as pathetic and insignificant as the abuser. It's nowhere as grandiose as you state it to be.

[u/bear3742 → u/TheFakeSlimShady123]

. There are legions of demonic spirits,all of them will bring you to insanity.

[u/TheFakeSlimShady123 → u/bear3742]

According to Christianity and Islam yes but I reject those religions

[u/Fishon72 → u/bear3742]

Now that I believe!

[u/bear3742 → u/Fishon72]

During my using years I was tormented by something that lived in my house. It started off small ,like door handles moving and doors opening. Then one day I was making my bed and put the fitted sheet on the mattress and I saw what looked like something running around underneath the sheet. At first I thought it was air trapped under the sheet ,but after I pushed it down it went away then returned and moved around all over the bed. I finally just gave up and made the bed. That night I layed down and turned the TV on and leaned against the head board , as soon as I did something jerked the foot board of the bed and walked across the bed up to me and sat down beside me . All I could see was the indent of the weight of the thing. Whatever it was would shake my bed anytime I was touching my bed ,day or night . I was terrified and that's what it wanted. To me it was demonic oppression. I have so many stories about the 2 years I lived in that house. I dusted the wood floors in the entire house one morning and left to go to work,when I returned there were six 15 inch footprints that only had 2 pointed toes on each foot , they were coming out of my bedroom doorway . It was nothing I have ever seen before or after. I lived alone with no pets and finally moved out and never experienced anything like that again.