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TURNING INTO DAEMON
Then all of a sudden, I saw, in a remote corner of the back yard near the wall, a silhouette, or an outline of something black swirling, appeared. Silhouette silently, slowly, and whirling in the air approached the man in behind. I couldn't see clearly what it was but it resembled the outline of a human silhouette. When the silhouette reached behind the man it began slow down and turned into something fleshy. First an ugly looking thin pair of legs of wrinkled but bony skin appeared, and then a slim body and a face with black eye came in view. This was Satan I saw by the river again! “How surprising it was that the feet of this demon look like the feet of the chimpanzee!” said to myself. It's long and thick nails were bent inward like the claws of a cat. I never forget this thin-skinned, boned face with horns jutted on both sides. Satan swiftly reached the back the man and got in the man as if he had dived into the water and disappeared. He didn't move and even feel anything. But as soon as Satan entered into the man, he began to change just like our neighbor, old hug who died on heart attack when Satan turned him into a beast! I could never describe in words, nor picture clearly to myself, what I felt or thought on that day, though it remained in my memory as one of the chief events of my life. He was driven by a stricken energy and impatience that made him a demonic figure. The color of his face turned to ash color, his muscles were spasmodically contracting and he was trembling, his teeth creaking. He turned into a beast and began muttering. I now knew this muttering. On the one hand he was trying to peel my clothes off; on the other hand he was looking for something in his pockets. I was resisting and struggling to save and my dresses, my T-shirt was torn up.