My True Story of Living in a Witch’s House

(Actual photo of the house that still stands.)

My True Story of Living in a Witch’s House

You may be wondering why I would tell this story. It’s not exactly uplifting. It has nothing to do with coaching, business, or the usual encouragement I share. But it has everything to do with a warning. Too often, Christians underestimate spiritual darkness. I didn’t, until I lived in it.

How It All Began

Many of you who follow me know pieces of my story. I have two siblings much older than me,14 and 16 years. When I was 15, my sister (14 years older) gained custody of me. She had worked hard to establish herself, buying a beautiful three-bedroom home in Houston, Texas. It felt like a mansion compared to what I was used to.

But what we didn’t know was that the previous owner was known as one of the most powerful witches in Houston.

At first, everything seemed normal. I had the second-biggest bedroom, and I loved it. But within two weeks, strange things began to happen.

The First Signs

It started small, noises in empty rooms. With two cats and a dog, we tried to reason it away. But things didn’t add up. Curious, my sister and I set up a cassette recorder in my room, the center of the activity.

What we heard later sent chills down our spines.

A little girl’s voice said: “I did it to him.” Immediately after came the sound of a doorbell, nothing like ours. The recording continued with the sound of high heels on hard flooring, though my room had carpet.

That was just the beginning.

Terror in the Night

Frightened, I clung to my Bible and read Psalm 91 aloud before bed. But that night, as soon as I turned off the light and jumped onto my bed, I heard something huge run out of my closet. The claws ripped at the carpet. The air grew thick, heavy. I was paralyzed with fear.

I turned on the light, nothing. But I knew what I heard.

I stopped sleeping in my room after that.

Escalation: Animals, Voices, and Orbs

We bought six fighting fish, each in its own container. One night, after hearing the sound of water pouring, we found all six fish dead. Later, our cats died suddenly, one after another.

I began to hear voices when I was home alone. Once, locked in the bathroom, I heard my sister’s voice ask, “Are you about done?” But no one was home.

Our dog often alerted us to unseen things, snarling at corners, growling at misty forms, and barking at glowing orbs that even I could sometimes see. Once, a white orb flew past my head with such force I felt the wind of it.

At this point, we tried reaching out to churches for help, but no one seemed to believe us. Any evidence we captured mysteriously vanished.

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Maria’s Influence

Eventually, a friend of my sister’s, let’s call her Maria, moved in. She was Catholic and often lit candles to saints. At the time, I didn’t realize she was leading me into witchcraft by having me join her “prayers.”

One day, she confessed she had sold her soul to the devil and cursed people who crossed her. Soon after, strange manifestations worsened. Candles burned with unnatural flames. Cabinets flew open and slammed shut.

I even began seeing the spirits of our dead cats wandering the house.

When Maria finally admitted to building an altar in her room, my sister made her leave. Later, we learned she had to undergo an exorcism.

The Breaking Point

The final straw came when my sister’s friend Juan stayed overnight. In the middle of the night, he screamed, bleeding from his arms and face, saying something had dragged him under the bed.

That house was no longer just “haunted”, it was a portal for demonic activity.

Why This Story Matters

Why am I telling this? Because Christians often take spiritual darkness lightly, especially around Halloween.

This is the time of year witches and warlocks are most active, casting spells and cursing. Some of the candy children receive has even been prayed over or cursed.

We cannot play with darkness and pretend it’s harmless fun. There is no fellowship between light and dark. My story is a warning: the devil and his followers are very real, and their attacks are intentional.

But so is the power of Christ. I believe God preserved me through that season. And today, I share this story to remind you:

Don’t compromise. Don’t flirt with darkness. Stand in the light of Jesus Christ, who has already overcome the world.

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