They told me they were going door to door. They were working with a specific brother. They made sure to tell me they were with this particular brother to make it almost unimpeachable since this brother wasn't considered one of the insane ones of the congregation.
They call on this house, and the guy is having a good conversation about the kingdom. They ask to sit down on the porch. The brother goes over to a rocking chair on the porch and the householder says, "That's where Jerry [some name, can't remember] sits."
The brother chuckled but sat down anyway. The minute he sat down, he got pushed by some invisible entity from behind and went face first into the flower bed over the rail of the porch.
Come to find out, this "Jerry" or whatever his name was was a dead relative of the householder.
"There was definitely a demon in that house, Cappy."
I believed this bullshit story.