My First Exorcism. Harold Ristau

at me. I continued with vehemence, “In the name of the Lord Jesus, I command you to leave Debby.” For the first time, the boisterous thing looked up at me and stared me straight in the eyes. It was the same empty dark eyes that I had witnessed in the other demoniac, Lisa, 12 years earlier. It was all hate. I preferred to circumvent any further eye contact. In the months that followed, I would dread those rare, but unforgettable glances by those penetrating and bewitching eyes. I emphatically repeated the rebuke in the name of the Holy One. She pushed at me and began throwing arbitrary items across the room, screeching clamorously. This went on for a while.