When our family lived in Columbia, Maryland we rented a house that was a portal of some kind to hell. The constant banging and noise was demonic. I could sit down stairs and hear someone clearly walking every day across the bedroom floor with very loud footsteps. One day I saw the cat playing with something. It was a small wormwood like creature you would find in pictures of hell. It got worse every day. There was stomping, walking, and banging that went on all day and night. The house was in front of a forest of trees. A young man had died I think in the house. There was a neighborhood plaque placed in his honor outside our front door.
Our neighbors never told us about what had happened. They always just remained silent. This was a key to knowing that something had gone wrong in the house. I can remember one night waking up paralyzed and having a black shadow pressing me on the bed. When I finally was able to call aloud upon the name of Jesus it broke. My eyes were open watching it.
It turned into a black bird and flew out of the window. On several occasions we had black outs that came out of nowhere. The community was also located behind a major Heavy Metal Rock concert arena. I would wake up at 3:01 am and sit up on the side of the bed. The moment my foot hit the ground the lights would go out all over the whole neighborhood. I thought it was me. The third time this happened I realized that I was being awakened by God and that something was going on. I knew it was a time of prayer. When I sat up to deal with it the light went out for several blocks at the exact time.
A few weeks before we left my husband and I were in the bed asleep. The kids had gone over to some friends’ house. I heard some one come to the door of our room, walk to the door, listen for us and then leave. I thought it was the cat. I went to the door and opened it. No one was there. I next opened my daughter’s room door and the cat was on the bed just staring at me. It had been locked in the room.
I decided to test this theory I had that what I was dealing with was an entity. I placed my husband’s lunch bag on the banister in the house above the steps. It was on a firm surface with a lot of room to sit. There was no wind or drafts in the hall. The surface was about 4-5 inches wide. I walked away, closed our room door, and waited a few minutes. I heard the lunch bag fall. I opened the room door, went back to check, and something had knocked it off the landing.
It was time to deal with it spiritually. I believe where ever we live, where ever we place our feet becomes holy ground. We are to occupy until Jesus’ return. He has given us authority. We did relocate out west a few months later. We prayed and spoke God’s word over the house. The house appeared to be a portal or gateway to hell. Many events happened in this house that led me to this conclusion. I gained greater revelation of dealing with old houses by this experience
We had also lived near the Arlington cemetery in Virginia at one time. I can recall a demon that would come down the hall every night towards my daughter’s room. She would yell my name. I would get up and go rebuke it. One day in this Arlington house, I was lying on the couch resting. I heard a large banging across the attic that went all across the floor. It was the loudest pounding I had ever heard.
I asked my landlord the next day about it, if there was construction in the area. She said "no" and that maybe it was just some construction work on a nearby road. There had to be some other explanation because these noises were coming from inside the house and they were loud. We had heard things being dropped in the attic every day. One Saturday we got tired of it and decided to command it to leave out of the window and go. The shades to the widow shuddered and lifted up really high and something went out of it.
We moved from there. We won’t live in older houses any more due to the demonic activities. There is a history of houses on the land that can get greatly possessed with the passing of time. I never deal with entities as if they are ghosts but as demons. Using the name of Jesus gave us victory and peace when we lived at this location. Sometimes houses are given over to Satan through rituals, covenants, witchcraft and more. It is important to pray about where you live.
In both the houses we had lived in we were given the houses with no credit check and the leases were signed on the spot. I know now that the people who lived there before must have left quickly because of the problems they encountered possibly could not explain. I believe that wherever we put our feet is holy ground and God is always with us. I still do believe that God gave us the victory over each of those houses. His protection and power was with us. His name held back the worst of things and removed many of the forces we were dealing with. His angels were with us fighting the battle for us also. We had help from heaven. There are many arsenals we have to fight the good fight if we use them in the name of the Lord Jesus. He gave us everything we need at the cross.
Through all the trials we have been through in this life and all the things we have seen even at 3 am his power and love has always been there and has never changed. The greatest joy for us in life is not waking up at 3 am and praying but of being able, through Jesus Christ, to come to God every hour, every second of the day in prayer and to know that he is there!
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