Our congregation was taking on the role of "host" for organizing a local district assembly. As a pioneer, I got the chance to take a district oveerseer with me out on a Bible study. My study was with two Hispanic boys, only one of which could speak English fairly well and he would in turn translate for his younger brother.
The D.O. was late meeting with me and I didn't get a chance to tell him anything about the study as we walked up to their door at the scheduled time. I offered prayer, and in the background the Hispanic householder was softly translating it to his brother.
Immediately after the prayer, the District Oveerseer jumped up and yelled that there were demons in the house and told me to flee for my life. He ran screaming out the door, even left his bookbag in the house.
I looked at the two boys (teenagers) and they looked at me and all he said, was something like "weird hombre." I excused myself and took the bookbags and went out to where my car was. The D.O. wasn't there. I found out later he shit himself he was so scared and had to run to a local service station where he called one of the elders to immediately come and get him.
The stupid thing was, none of the elders believed what I said, that there was nothing weird going on. They told me that I was simply not spiritually advanced enough to realize that demons were there. They also forbid me to return to the house and marked it off on our territory card.
The only good things that came from the whole incident is that it put another coffin nail in my belief structure and I probably saved those two boys from getting mind fucked by joining the Witnesses.
Skipper