My Son Heard His Mom Screaming & Strangers’ Voices, Urging Me Home — What I Discovered Was beyond Belief
“Daddy, please come home!! Mom is screaming…”
It was just another workday when my son called me multiple times during a meeting. Heart racing, I returned his call. “I hear Mom screaming in her room,” he said, fear evident in his voice.
“Why didn’t you go in?” I asked, trying to stay calm.
“I’m scared. I hear other voices,” he replied.
I immediately called my wife but got no answer, so I dialed 911. The drive home felt endless, filled with dread.
Upon arriving, I rushed to our bedroom, hearing distant police sirens. I broke down the door and was horrified by what I saw: my wife convulsing on the bed, surrounded by three strangers chanting in a strange language.
“Get away from her!” I shouted, lunging at the nearest person. My son cried from the doorway, tears streaming down his face.
“Call the police again!” I yelled, turning back to my wife, trying to hold her still.
The police arrived just in time, pulling the intruders away as paramedics rushed in to help her. After what felt like an eternity, they stabilized her, and she was taken to the hospital.
At her bedside, I held her hand, my son beside me. “What happened?” he asked.
“I don’t know, buddy, but we’ll get through this,” I promised.
When my wife woke up, she was confused but couldn’t remember much. The police later revealed that the intruders were part of a cult, mistakenly believing they could heal her.
In the days that followed, we faced hospital visits and police interviews, but we leaned on each other for strength. My wife eventually recovered, though the emotional scars remained.
We moved to a new house for a fresh start and focused on rebuilding our lives. Looking back, I realized how close we came to losing everything, but through love and resilience, we overcame the darkness together.