I was lucky to have been brought up in the troof, because if I hadnt, I wouldnt have known about the demons and how they are always looking for opportunities to lead us astray by appearing as ghosties, or by making household objects float, or by getting into our house through items bought from car boot sales.
My first memories of the deemunz was quite early, say aged 5 or 6. I used to think they were at the end of the bed, and so I had to sleep with my legs curled up as tightly as possible, so they wouldnt get my toes. I cant even begin to think what terrible things they were going to do with my piggies, but sure as the apostles I wasnt going to give them a chance.
Aged 7 or 8 I knew the deemunz were after me, because I was special. I was a Jehobas Witness. They were always talking about them at Kingdom Hall, and how they were after us. They lived in crosses and under beds. Drat. I slept in a bed. I peed it. I figured it would help. If the deemun was drenched in nightime pee it would maybe stick his wings together and slow him down so he couldnt get me.
As I got older I sure was glad I was a Jehobas WItnoid, because I knew that praying out loud and saying Jehoobas name was the only way to keep the deemunz at bay. I wasnt sure how everyone else at school dealt with deemunz, because they didnt have my Jehooba charm to help them. It must have been a hell of levitating objects and cold breezes at their houses.
When I was 17 I began dating a new convert who poineered. His dad had died when he was 33. His dad played with a ouija board. His dad was the antichrist and a white witch and was deemunized. One day he bought me round a school photo of his, because on there was a girl he was having a bible study with. He left the photo at my house and then went out on a bible study with my mum. I went to bed. Just as I was going to sleep the deemunz got hold of me round the throat. I felt hands trying to strangle me. I woke up. Immediately I knew the deemunz had got into my house through the photos How did I know? Well I prayed, and god told me. So I went downstairs and LO! on the back of the school photo was a picture of Pauls demunized dad. Well that explained it all!!
I spent lots of years dreaming about trying to throw out a tape of Led Zeppelin and the tape would stick to my hands cos it was deemunized. Im my dream I would put my hand with the stuck tape in a doorway, and close the door and try and scrape the deemunized tape off my hand but couldnt get rid of it.
Well I was scared of leaving the troof because I knew that my only protectiong was if I was able to call on Jeoobahs name. If couldnt do that it was inevitable that the deemunz would get me and maybe scare me to death by making a tape recording of Black Sabba float round my living room.
when I got married I was so scared of the deemunz, if my husband worked away I was too scared to go to sleep at night. I used to put a quilt on the sofa downstairs. I put the telly on ,and the radio, and I would keep hold of my bible, and I would keep awake all night, cos I knew that the deemunz were waiting for that moment whan I was falling asleep. HA I got em. I never went to sleep.
Odd thing is since I left the troof and started doing all the things the deemuz wanted me to do, they have never bothered me. They dont live at the end of my bed anymore. They dont pinch my toes. They havent gotten into my house through second hand objects like charity shop dresses and chip pans. And none of my CD's have levitated or stuck to my hands. I cant understand it.