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As a young mother with a new baby,
my husband was working the swing shift in another town, which
left me home with my baby most evenings until about 2 AM. One
night I put the baby to bed and out of character, sat up
watching a scary movie of a rather demonic nature. I found the
movie rather disturbing and don't think I even finished watching
it. Around midnight I went to bed in our small two room
apartment with the babies crib just a few feet from my own bed.
I don't know if I fell asleep, but before long the baby was
crying hysterically. I went to the crib just as the crying
stopped and he was sound asleep, as if nothing had happened.
This repeated as soon as I returned to bed. This time I flipped
on the light switch. It was burned out. Odd, since it was
working previously. I found my way to the refrigerator in the
dark, for a bottle, and the light was out there too. There was
an unmistakably evil and angry feeling in the air. I tried one
more light and the bulb shattered when I turned it on. Then I
knew I was not alone. Still in the dark, I picked up my baby,
and remembering previously hearing a way to send away evil
spirits, I gave it a try. Almost immediately I could feel a
difference in the room. The last light turned on with no
problems and the baby slept fine the rest of the night. When my
husband got home, all the lights worked except the one bulb that
had exploded. I don't watch those types of movies anymore.
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