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oil, I anoint above every doorway and window. I finish with the holy water by sprinkling it in every area. During all of these steps I recite various prayers, mostly adlibbing from the heart, commanding the entities to leave in the name of God.
    In the back of this book, I have included preparations and steps recommended for performing your own house blessing. House blessings and cleansing rituals can be as unique as the readers and it is important to find a method that works and is comfortable for you!
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    I invite you now to read about some of the severe cases I have encountered and to form your own opinions about the possibility of demonic hauntings.
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CHAPTER 1
    MY FIRST CONFRONTATION
    T he first time I confronted a demon, I was about seventeen years old. I had been dating eighteen-year-old Jack for several weeks when I began to notice the dysfunction in his family and the overall darkness that surrounded the house. Previously a happy and loving family, they now constantly fought and began to isolate themselves. Kevin, the father, slipped into alcoholism; the young adopted daughter, Hailey, began displaying a violent streak; and the youngest brother, Nate, attempted suicide twice in one night. As my relationship with Jack progressed, I was not surprised to find out the history of their home.
    The family’s brand-new house was built on the land that surrounded the old sanitorium in Howell, Michigan. Many people had died there from tuberculosis throughout the years. I believe land is imprinted with the energy of events and peo ple—essentially a scar or memory is left on the earth that resonates throughout time unless properly cleansed. I have also observed that locations where mass amounts of death or de spair occurred commonly attract demonic entities, as they feed off the negative energy. In retrospect, I firmly believe that the ground on which Jack’s home was built on was inhabited by something evil stemming from the old sanitorium.
    Jack would have unpredictable mood swings, worse than any adolescent I had seen. Despite being eighteen years old, his behavior was uncharacteristic for his age, and I had a hard time understanding where this originated.
    His mother and I began to notice how his eyes would actually change during his angry tirades. I found this to be quite odd and unsettling. His normally calm and soothing hazel eyes would burn with an intense green. His pupils would darken and widen as if his consciousness had slipped into an altered state. Foul and strange obscenities would spew from his mouth during an argument. He would only resume his respect towards me after I threatened to leave.
    One day I did leave.
    After screaming that I was a “stupid fucking bitch!” I grabbed my purse and left the house. Jack tore through the house after me and proceeded to chase me in his Jeep. He was swerving through traffic and cutting off other drivers just to gain distance behind me. I finally pulled over, fearing that his asinine driving would injure someone else.
    When Jack approached me this time, his demeanor had changed. “Look, forget whatever it was that I said. I didn’t mean to hurt you … ” Jack continued with his explanation as if he had no recollection of the outrageous things he had said during the argument. His eyes looked normal again. I knew he was being greatly influenced by whatever entity resided in his home.
    Most readers would say to themselves, “Just leave him and break up!” and I agree with you—that would have been a better idea, but I was determined to fight for Jack out of love and faith. I was still pretty young then and it didn’t seem that crazy of an idea at the time. It should be noted that adolescent’s frontal lobes are not fully developed, which leads them to make poor decisions and not fully think things through. That’s my excuse. Through my rose-tinted glasses I continued to see Jack. Then even more curious events began to happen.
    When I spent time at