An old farmhouse in the Ozarks. A newly adopted son with unexplainable nightmares. Voices telling children to ride their bikes onto the highway. Manifestations at 3 am. A dark figure with red eyes. And a portal beneath the hallway floor. Susanna's family moved into a house that had sat vacant for...
An old farmhouse in the Ozarks. A newly adopted son with unexplainable nightmares. Voices telling children to ride their bikes onto the highway. Manifestations at 3 am. A dark figure with red eyes. And a portal beneath the hallway floor. Susanna's family moved into a house that had sat vacant for over a year, with previous owners' clothes still hanging in the closets, family photos abandoned in the chicken coop. She didn't think much of it. Not everything is spiritual, right? Then she went to a prayer retreat, women prayed protection over her, and she came home able to see what had been hiding in plain sight.
What followed was five months of intense warfare and years of fighting for her youngest son. Her husband spoke in demonic languages while sleeping. Her three-year-old made the sound of a goat being slaughtered. Her daughter had visions of creatures clawing to get in and a sealed hole beneath the house that could become unsealed. Susanna tried everything: anointing oil, property line prayers, texting YouTube exorcists. But it wasn't until God sent an African woman from her old Bible study that the generational curse over her son was finally broken. This is one of the wildest testimonies we've had on Blurry Creatures, and a reminder that Christianity isn't Harry Potter. There are no magic words. Sometimes the battle is long. But God is faithful.
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