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Does Evil Exist?


Good versus Evil

As a young child I can remember having a strong spiritual connection to the world around me. I would pray all the time, and was a very optimistic, and a naturally moralistic child. When I became a teenager, I became curious about all the concealed dark things in the world. The unseen spiritual realm. Friends of mine encouraged me to play mystical games, and convinced me that they were harmless and innocent, although deep inside I knew better. When I was fourteen, my problems with dark presences began. I was at the house of one of my oldest friends. She went into the closet and retrieved a talking board. I did not know what it was. My childhood friend told me it was a game, it was just something to do. She said that she played with it all the time. Being an analytical teenager, I asked what the objective of the game was. She told me that we would be placing our fingertips lightly on a free moving pointer piece, and then we would be asking the board questions.

Do not mess with Talking Boards

“The talking board has been around for well over 100 years. Its most popular incarnation today is the Ouija board, marketed by Hasbro; there have been many editions over the years and several imitators, but the concept is always the same: a board on which are printed letters and numbers; a planchette or pointer that spells out answers to questions when the users place their fingertips on it” (Wagner, 2012, p.1).

I admit that I was very naive, I didn’t think anything was going to happen. The beginning details are hazy. I cannot remember the specific questions that were asked, but the pointer piece started moving erratically. My friend and I removed our fingertips from the pointer piece, the board was still resting on our laps. It was only a couple of seconds, but the pointer piece started spinning at an unbelievable speed, and then spun off the board and hit the wall. I automatically felt extreme dread. We threw the board, and ran screaming from the room, the dog ran out of the house with us. I was so scared I was crying.


Frozen in Fear

After several minutes allowing our hearts to calm, we reluctantly decided that we needed to go back in the house. The front door was directly in front of the stair case. The stair case led up to the room where the board was still laying on the floor. As soon as we crept into the house the dog stopped at the bottom of the stair case, while looking up, he growled and barked and mashed his teeth together. My friend and I froze against the door. The dog seem to be losing it, and he started to foam at the mouth, while never breaking his intense gaze to the top of the stairs. We finally decided for our own sanity and the dog’s health we needed to leave. We went for a walk and hung outside until parental figures came home. As soon as I knew my friend was safe, I went home terrified. I never told anyone what happened that day. My friend and I never discussed it with the exception of the disbelief we both briefly displayed. I know that there was something in the room with us. I could sense it, the dog could see it or feel it. It was scary and it was real. I would later find out that day was a significant day for me. Not knowing or realizing that I went looking for evil, and it found me.

After leaving teenager mistakes behind

After that day there were many weird and unexplained events. I would see unexplained somethings from time to time. The somethings occasionally looked like people, and then they would disappear. I prayed for relief, and kept away from any game that seemed unnatural, or wrong. Friends thought I was wimpy, or not very much fun. That didn't bother me, my friends ridicule was not worse than the evil that is out there. There wasn't anything they could have said or done to change my mind . I never wanted to feel the dread or see something that I perceived as scary, or was scary for real. This intentional removal of self from games like stiff as a board, bloody Mary, or séances seemed to be effective. All the other teenagers were doing it, but I took a stand and refused. I got married young and my husband enlisted in the Army. Our first duty station was Fort Ord, Northern California. We received a base housing. The house was a charming two bedroom, with wooden floors, and overlooked a beautiful wooded area. The base is close to San Francisco, and most of that area tends to receive a lot of fog. The fog is perfect quality to add the sensation of creepiness to any area or occasion. I had a strong faith, so I refused to allow myself to be scared. When I felt something that was negative I would pray, and the negativity would flee. At this time, I had been married for about eighteen months, we had a six month old son. Life had been an exciting journey for me since marriage. I was a sheltered child, dependent on my mother. This was at a time that I could demonstrate independence. I was on my own, a grown-up.


The fog rolled in

One evening a couple of friends, our children, and my husband went to a late movie. The male friend was in my husband’s unit, when they dropped us off, my husband stayed behind to talk shop. I decided to take my son in the house and put him to bed. There was a sidewalk that wrapped around the front house, and led to the house in back which we occupied. As I followed the path, holding my son tight against me, a wind gust hit me. It was suddenly freezing. The fog was rolling in, and was very thick and distinctive. I remember thinking that it looked ominous and a little un-nerving. I made it to the door, unlocked it, and made my way to my son’s room. I put him to bed, and went directly into my room. I slipped some sweats on, and climbed into to bed. I could still hear my husband’s voice outside. Our bedroom window faced the street where our friends were parked.

The darkness rolled in like fog

As I was laying in my bed for only seconds, a bizarre darkness moved into the room like the fog. The bedroom light was already off, but this darkness was covering every single bit of light that was coming in from the street light outside until I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face. I began to panic, not understanding what was happening. I attempted to sit up. I was able to raise about an inch when I was smacked back from an invisible force. And then it was on top of me, I felt a humongous weight on my chest. I tried to scream, nothing came out. And all the time my husband was right outside, I could still here his voice talking and laughing. The darkness began to choke me, and I started to cry. I could feel the tears falling from my eyes and running down my cheeks. I was inherently aware that whatever it was, it wanted to kill me. I started to pray, and in a split second the darkness had lifted. The room returned to the previous state. I quickly got up and ran to my son’s room. He was laying on his stomach, sleeping with his bottom up. I will never forget the relief that he was perfectly undisturbed.

I heard my husband come in the front door. I ran to the front of the house and grabbed him tightly. He asked me everything was ok, and I couldn’t even speak. I shook my head no. He led me to the couch and asked me what was going on. After a few minutes I told him what happened. He didn’t believe me. He said that it was a psychological manifestation that was brought on by the late night, walking by myself and the fog. Basically he stated that I had scared myself to the point of imagining what had happened. He reminded me that he was only outside for maybe ten minutes. He didn’t understand how I was able to unlock the door, put our son in his room, change, and experience what I experienced in the short time he was outside.

I left the conversation understanding that although he didn’t believe me, I knew what happened. I knew it was real. I know there was evil in that room that night, and I know that I was delivered from it.

I wanted to share these two instances to warn against the world’s lies that the spiritual realm is not real, it is. I know that there is a spiritual war going on all around us. If you believe in God you must consider that there exists an opposite of what he is and what he stands for. You must consider that to counter good, there is evil.

I still get scared from time to time. I have never again been visited by such darkness that it covered all the light, but I am acutely aware of my surroundings at all times. If I feel a negative vibe I ask God for help with the situation and I stay away from whomever, whatever is negative. I am sure that my story will attract naysayers. I encourage you to open your mind, and your heart. Start paying attention to the invisible world around you, but I caution you never to go looking for evil. I sincerely believe that misfortune, grief, sadness, despair, and loneliness are not the path that was intended for you.

"10 Finally, be strong in the Lord, and in the strength of His might. 11 Put on the full armor of God, that you may be able to stand firm against the schemes of the devil. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places. 13 Therefore, take up the full armor of God, that you may be able to resist in the evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm.14 Stand firm therefore, having girded your loins with truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, 15 and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; 16 in addition to all, taking up the shield of faith with which you will be able to extinguish all the flaming missiles of the evil one. 17 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. 18 With all prayer and petition pray at all times in the Spirit, and with this in view, be on the alert with all perseverance and petition for all the saints, 19 and pray on my behalf, that utterance may be given to me in the opening of my mouth, to make known with boldness the mystery of the gospel, 20 for which I am an ambassador in chains; that in proclaiming it I may speak boldly, as I ought to speak" (Ephesians 6:10-20).

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Deffinbaugh, B., (2012). Ephesians 6:10-20. Retrieved May 2, 2012 from


Michael-Milec on December 07, 2016:

Hi K2jade31.

An eye opening testimony, an experience clearly recognizing the power of darkness presence in this present world. You writing is excellent.My suggestion would be, rewrite it and republish, would be well received since the general trend is searching; the people are hungry for God the creator and powerless to free themselves from the demonic forces because there is very little truthful exposure of evil.

May the God bless and protect you.

Kimberly Shelden (author) from Idaho on April 27, 2012:

Thank you both, I started this hub a couple weeks ago, right after I started. I went back and forth whether to write it, and last night I felt compelled to finish. I hope that it sparks an interest, and I appreciate both of you sharing your stories. People will have a difficult time disputing the validity, when so many people experience and share the "unseen realm."

Faith Reaper from southern USA on April 27, 2012:

Facinating!!! I am so glad you wrote about this subject, the "Unseen Realm," and I believe every word of it. I had that same type of experience with that talking board as a young friend of mine had one, and we used it in her basement. I did not have a good feeling about it. I was also so naive. Now, I know we need to be mindful to not in innocently open that window for the enemy and his demons to come in; it is like an invitation, and they will come in for sure. I just say the the name of Jesus and they must flee! This has inspired me to write about some of my experiences with spiritual warfare, which is a very real thing. Great hub! Thanks for sharing this in such a powerful way. In His Love, Faith Reaper

Rajan Singh Jolly from From Mumbai, presently in Jalandhar, INDIA. on April 27, 2012:

k2jade, chilling story. I also believe there are satanic forces that make their presence felt. When I was a teenager, a lady acquaintance had this knack of calling spirits to answer questions which we put to it. Each of us had to keep a finger lightly on an inverted glass. We had marked out the probable answers on the table around which we would sit.

The lady would call for a spirit and many a time the spirit would even reveal its past life identity. Then a question would be asked and the glass would move around on the figures and alphabets to answer them. The movement was so fast and definitive that it would not be possible to do so by any human hand.

Sometimes we would encounter an evil spirit which would leave after great difficulty.

I totally believe in your story and the fact that there are forces beyond the physical and much more evil too.

Voted up and interesting.

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