The Devil got Nun…

June 20, 2015


“I kept seeing the shadows move. They were twisting and twining around the room. Then I felt faint…

“The devil came from those shadows. Time seemed to stand still. The room turned red around me, the colour of blood, and I began to pray out loud – only the words were wrong. Sinful somehow – or so it seemed to me at the time.

“The devil was naked, obviously aroused. He walked towards me and I closed my eyes. I felt his great weight on me, pressing down. He pulled my legs apart. I felt him thrust into me.

“I tried to move, but I couldn’t. I was powerless. I couldn’t even scream for help. He kept me pinned down and it hurt so much what he was doing to me. It went on for an hour…perhaps, longer. It made me bleed. I think I may have passed out eventually. But Satan continued to rape me.

“In the morning I was so terribly sore around my privates. My thighs were bruised, and there were ugly bite marks on my breasts. I felt dreadful. I prayed for guidance but the tears wouldn’t stop. I cried and cried.

“I prayed in my room all day until Vespers at three PM. Afterwards I went to the kitchens and helped prepare food. I couldn’t eat anything. I prayed my rosary, prayed to Mary for help. I felt empty inside. The emptiness going deep and deeper. I crawled up the stairs to my room on my knees, saying my rosary, praying, and hoping that the pain I was enduring would help me to heaven.

“But that night the devil returned once more. He raped me again until dawn. He stank of eternal pestilence and damnation. I felt I must die, the pain of it was so great. I felt I’d been abandoned by Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour. I gripped my crucifix tightly in both hands throughout this ordeal. I knew my heart was pure, yet still Satan raped me over and over again…”

Testimony taken from a cassette tape recording of Sister M testifying before a Christian gathering near Paris, October 2nd 2014.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: