When I was about 14, recently baptized and a new auxillary pioneer, I went out in service with a few girls from my hall. One of the women with us was a demon freak... she was "sensitive" to things "posessed by the demons." She'd had a pillow that "talked" to her son, telling him to commit suicide, and she attempted to burn it, but "it wouldn't burn." (All of this is in quotes b/c I don't know for sure if it happened, b/c I wasn't there. I called her Sister Exorcist behind her back.)
Anyway, we stopped at one of the girls' houses to use the bathroom (her mom is a pioneer, her dad an elder). Jes had recently started associating again; she'd been hanging around a girl who whose family were JWs, but the girl started getting into witchcraft, drugs, etc. We'd been talking in the cargroup about experiences that Sister Exorcist had had "getting rid of the demons." She told how she's walked into people's houses, holding her Bible, saying prayers out loud... oh yeah. She was a peach to take on return visits.
We were standing in Jes' bedroom and I started hyperventilating. Freaking out, crying, screaming... I had a panic attack. Well, Sister Exorcist starts walking around her room, throwing things away, praying out loud... it was a scene.
Jes found some of her friend's withcraft magazines and marijuana stuffed behind her waterbed. Which validated this whole thing in Sister Exorcist's eyes.
I don't know what it was, but part of me thinks that I just got scared from all the "demon talk." After all, I was only 14. I do believe that the demons can affect people; I just don't know why they'd want to waste their time on me.
"I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul."