Hi my name is Steven Maden, and I will try and relay to you the horrifying experiences I've had in the past year or so. To start off with, there is a feeling of shear terror that all humans get when their life is threatened by someone. The being that threatened my life was not something you could fight off. This spirit was not a good one nor was it intending to do me any good. You could say that it was a demon or diabolical spirit. I am not a strong psychic but I tried to fight this creature off and almost died in the process.
It was about two or three in the morning when I felt as if I were being hit with the force of a gladiator with a club. I fell out of my bed and stood up only to see a dark figure with big muscular arms and huge legs. I was only about ten when the creature first attacked and it didn't get too bad until I was about twelve.
The late night attacks kept me from sleeping and also kept me in a constant state of fear. The creature never would get any bigger nor any smaller it only got stronger with every passing day. I would wake with bruises and scratches that weren't there the day before. It got so bad there was a priest that blessed the house. It kept it quiet for a few months.
At the age of fourteen I was now equipped with the knowledge to expel this beast from my life. After three days and nights of battling with this entity, it left our house and left me alone.
Now at the age of sixteen I realized the reason it attacked me. I was more sensitive to its power and my heart was darker and more filled with rage than the rest of my family. I just hope I never have to go through that kind of hell again. I really don't remember the fight or how I wound up with a scar running the length of my arm but I know it will never bother me again.



We may not offer any of our...helpful...comments, because it seems that you have done a great job in the end, and all is well, and you have grown and learned many things during this time. We just stopped by, read your story, and were bounded to say this; Good job, not everyone can do this. Some people live with these things for the rest of their lives, with the fear and the rage only growing and swallowing and drowning them. You did an amazing job of not only surviving it, but also beating it. God bless you.
-Vendetta Siblings