The room is ice cold.

A teenage girl writhes in bed: eyes yellowed, voice guttural, speaking languages she never learned. Her mother sobs in the hallway. A priest stands in the shadow of the door, clutching a cross with shaking hands.

The walls start creaking and groaning under strain as the girl’s head spins in an impossible circle and piercing screams rip through the room.

The priest shouts prayers into the chaos, only to be mocked and battered by the demon in the little girl.

This was 1973’s The Exorcist. People passed out in theaters. Some fled.
Others swore they could feel something dark in the room with them.

By Hollywood horror movie standards, the Exorcist is tame now.
Cliché even.

Yet to this day, those images have defined what possession is for most people. Everything else feels mundane by comparison.

If you’re not levitating, growling, or projectile vomiting pea soup, you’re fine.

You’re normal.
You’re safe.

Here’s the truth:

If you’ve ever truly believed you were…

ugly
broken
unlovable
unwanted
irredeemable
unworthy
a lost cause

…then friend, you’ve been possessed.

Not the kind of possession that twists your limbs, but the kind that twists your soul while whispering:

“You’re disgusting.”
“No one could ever love you.”
“You’ll never be free.”

We’ve been trained to measure demonic influence by volume.
If it screams? Possessed.
If it whispers? Probably just a bad day.

Possessions can happen any day — not just to others, but to you too.

Even Christians Can Be Possessed