Throats of a Thousand Demons (In English and Spanish)

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Throats of a Thousand Demons

(A Nightmare of the real kind)

Tyr, the Nightmare Demon

I heard the screams and yelling of a thousand demons, sounds of destruction and immediate death-it all came from the helm of a distant old wooden vessel-but one demon passed through the whole atmosphere around and above me-, never in all my days left on earth shall I forget the increasing agony within my heart's valves, and its compressing chambers, and the intense pervading terror, to the point the walls of those chambers were about to bust open-; thus, I felt my blood being squeezed through congealing and hardening veins-my skin cold and Goosebumps covering me from head to toe, standing hard and erect, and the voice of the Demon of Nightmares babbling as his hand grabbed my shadow and held it high by its neck, around its throat, the heavy body under it, pulling downward as to decapitate, the neck thinning- as the neck was stretching, my heart utterly being brought to an alarm state.

"You have to see this!" the demon repeated twice, and I looked and sensed I was going into a tumbling, headlong, insensible-numbness, should I not quickly escape.

"No!" I said exceedingly apposing the voice. I didn't want to watch and then, that was when I called out to my wife Rosa, "Wake me up!" whereupon I found myself reviving and bound once again to the waking world-paler than death.

I had nearly been run-down by a wild and loose demon, hailed by his demonic onlookers. Upon feeling my eyes opening, my explanation to my wife was but a few words-I was by all means, rough-looking from the nightly experience. Somehow he had crept into my dreams and it was impossible to avoid coming in contact with.

My wife asked, "Did you forget your prayers last night?" And I had.

"Thus, it was then obvious," she told me, "the demon rode immediately over you-as if without the least perceptible impediment to his progress."

Article written by Dennis Siluk Ed.D.