It Happened In Connecticut

     The story is true.  It happened to me, but the names are changed to protect the family involved.  In the early 1980’s I was a student at Ed and Lorraine Warren’s School of Demonology and a member of Ed’s team.  Ed and Lorraine Warren were ghost hunting back when television would never have thought of broadcasting a show depicting a group of folks hunting for ghost in haunted places.  They were pioneers in the business.     I was just 24 at the time and had a strong interest in the paranormal due to the fact that I experienced many things in my life up until that time that I could not explain in any other way, but paranormal.  I remember it was on a hot summer night that began what would be a lifelong quest for answers about whether or not ghost and demons exist, and if they could truly possess the living.

     It was about 6pm when my telephone rang.  When I answered it all I could hear was loud bangs and screaming.  I could barely make out what the person on the other end of the  line was saying.  I could tell it was a woman and after some yelling over the noise was able to tell me her name.  When I heard the name I was shocked as I knew right away that the woman was the wife of a man who may have been under a possession of a demon.  Evidently Ed Warren had given her my telephone number to call in case of an emergency, or if Ed was not in the area, or unreachable at the time.  After calming the woman down I decided that I had to help this family and fast.  I called two other people I knew and worked with in the past and headed up to Connecticut from North Jersey.  I remember it was 6am when I reached the front door of the farmhouse where the woman called me from.  I knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer.  I realized all was quiet inside and that whatever was going on during the telephone call had ceased.  A woman in her mid 40’s opened the door and invited us in. The moment we entered the house her husband came walking out of the bedroom,  it was then that I saw that he had a large stain on his white T-shirt in the shape of an upside down cross.  He was tearful as he spoke thanking us for coming as telling us that he had been afraid for his family and was in no condition to help them or protect them from what was happening.  When I approached the subject he asked us to follow him to the back of the house to a bedroom  just off the kitchen.  What we saw when we entered turned our blood cold.  The bedroom furniture was not only in disarray, but was actually broken up into hundreds of small pieces.  There was wood everywhere and a mattress lying in the middle of the floor that once was part of a grand bedroom set. At this point in time my team and myself were so tired, and in shock at what we just witnessed, that we asked if we could rest, and discuss our next move.  We decided that we would rest for an hour before starting a blessing of the home deliverance prayers over the family. I choose to stay in the house and lay down on a living room couch while my team went outside and rested in the car.  About 30 minutes into my sleep I was woken up by a mass of flies that were in the room.  I reached out and picked two or three of them out of the air before realizing that flies were too fast to be caught in such a way as I just had done.  All of a sudden it hit me.  Beelzebub was the Lord of the Flies.  I made the sign of the cross in the air and to my surprise the flies disappeared just as fast as they appeared  in the first place.  Needless to say I was more than ready to confront this thing, so I called my team back in and woke up the rest of the family sleeping in the home.  I found out that there was other family members who not only lived in the home, but who witnessed the bedroom furniture being broken to pieces by something, or someone unseen, the night before.  There was the oldest son, his wife , and a baby girl only 6 months old.  We decided to have the young mother and the baby leave the house and wait outside in the car until we shorted out the situation.  The son, his mother and the father who was the victim of a possible possession where left with us in the kitchen of the home.  The first thing I did was seat the family across from the team and the father at the head of the table.  I had one of my team members begin in prayer and read the 23 psalm.  We said the Our Father and before we could finish the prayer all hell broke loose around us.  Doors were slamming, walls were banging, and chairs and furniture was being moved across the adjacent room’s right before our eyes. This was the moment of truth that every ghost hunter and researcher in the paranormal knows must be faced sooner or later.  The moment when there are no more questions to be asked, when the reality of the situation is confronting you, and all disbelief and  skepticism  is gone forever.   There is but two choices to be made, fight, or run.  At that very moment I faced the father at the end of the table and saw his face change before my very eyes.  His eyes were rolled back, his cheeks swollen and his mouth held in an evil grimace that I will never forget as long as I live.  Blood was dripping from crosses that were forming all over his body and disappearing the moment it hit the table.  He began to shake and speak in a voice not of this world.  He clearly said, “I am what I am”.  I demanded a name, and as I continued, he kept giving the same answer over and over again. At that point I knew of nothing else to do but confront him as a demon and command him in my loudest voice to release this man I cried out commanding him in the name of Jesus Christ, to depart form this child of God, and go to the place that had been appointed for the Devil himself and all the demonic forces. I did this for over 5 minutes when he went rigid and stretching his arms out as if on a cross levitated head first off the chair.  Just as my mind was wrapping around what I was seeing he just fell in a heap on the tile floor of the kitchen as if carried and then dropped from an unseen ladder.  We realized that at the very moment all of the action and noise around us ceased and everything felt for the first time since we arrived, quiet and peaceful.  The man on the floor came to and began to cry.  We knew he was free.  He later told us a fantastic story about his life as a child of Satanic worshipping parents, who actually dedicated him to Satan in a family ritual many years before.  He told us that he had not been able to cry for 17 years until that moment.  Needless to say, I walked away changed forever, and a believer.