I lay in bed sleeping. It is the middle of the night. I suddenly feel an invisible wall closing in on me. It is all around me. The pressure is inmense.
My breathing becomes laboured. I suddenly become aware of this evil presence. It is overwhelming and threatening. Its intent is dark and macabre.
The room goes black. I open my eyes and I can’t see. I struggle to turn around to turb on the light, but I can’t move. I’m paralysed. By fear? Or by evil magic?
I struggle against my invisible bonds but can’t shake free. I realise the presence is a demon.
My heart starts racing. My blood pressure rises. As the fear and panic turn into sheer terror, I try to keep my head calm. I need to think. I know how to get rid of demons.
Think Peter. Think. I can’t. The terror grips hold of me. I can’t move. I can’t think. I can’t even scream. I try desperately to scream, but no sound comes out.
Am I awake? Am I asleep? Is the demon real?
I open my eyes again. This time the open for real. The lamp is on. There is light in the room. The demon is still there. It is real.
But now I know what to do. I call for St Michael Archangel and he comes to my rescue.
There is a blinding flash of light and the demon is gone.
My heart is still racing, but I fall asleep again.