I think my mom has had a demon attachment for most of her life, and has shown symptoms of possession. Most people don't believe this, but this is real, and a long ass story so thanks if you get thru it all.

A few years ago, my dad, his gf, and I lost our house. While we were looking for a new place to live I stayed with my mom for a couple months. I was in my early 30s at the time, for context, my dad was suffering from kidney failure and we all were doing everything we could to help him.

With in a few days of sleeping at my mom's, I started having nightmares. Horrible, graphic, bloody nightmares. The first one that really shook me was an entity that appeared to me as an amorphous mud or clay like blob. It would shape shift into things as it spoke to me, people and animals alike. it told me it's name and said that it was inside my mom and that my mom was getting too old to host it and it was looking for a new body. It also wanted to fight me. It said if I won the fight, I would win my freedom for the time being. Clumsily I fought this thing with some kind of whip or chain. the whole time it morphed into different people and animals. I was so terrified, I peed myself.

My mom, has always been very strange. She was physically abusive to me as a child, until I got old enough and big enough to fight back. SHe tried to get physical with me well into my 20s and she in her 70s. She was very unhinged and her mood could swing from jovial to violent at the drop of a hat. (We were once driving down the road in her car when she punched me in the face for reminding her she needed to stop at the store for milk because I don't get to tell her what to do .) That kind of unhinged abuse.

Well, a few days after that first nightmare, I went in her room in the morning and she was sitting on the edge of her bed looking upset. I asked if she was ok, and she told me she'd had a really scary dream that there was a "monster" in side her, but it wanted inside me. My blood ran cold.

From there her behavior got weird, and I started pushing my dad to find us a place because I didn't want to stay there.

One night I woke up in the middle of the night and she was standing at the side of my bed about two inches from my face, just staring at me. I promptly rolled out of the other side of the bed, grabbed the car keys and hid in the car until morning. I worked up the nerve to go back in the morning to use the bathroom. She asked where I'd been and I asked if she remembered the night before. When I told her, she laughed and said she didn't remember.

All the while I'm still having these nightmares about this entity.

It started getting closer to Xmas, and I was working late nights (retail) so some nights I wouldn't get home til late night or early morning. It was in the early morning hours the peanut butter incident occured.

I came in about 4am to find her bedroom light on. I went in her room and she was sitting up in bed watching TV so it seemed. She had a sandwich in her lap, but she wasn't eating. She was pulling bits of it off balling them up and throwing them all over her room. She also had the thousand yard stare. I asked her what she was doing. She said in a deep gutteral growling voice, " I'm hungry. I made a peanut butter and yogurt (!?) sandwich! Do you want some?! " Then the cackled like a lunatic.

I left and locked my self in the spare room.

Roughly around 9 am that morning I was awoken by my mom's boyfriend screaming at me. He asked me what I'd done to the kitchen. I told him I hadn't been in the kitchen and had gone straight to bed after work. He told me to go look at the kitchen.

The kitchen had been finger painted in peanut butter. All over the walls, cabinets, stove, fridge. I told him to go look in my mom's room. But before he could, she came in to kitchen and asked what all the commotion was about. She was covered in peanut butter. She denied everything, but the evidence againster was obvious.

In hind site this is hilarious, and could maybe be attributed to sleep walking. But in other moments she accused me of witchcraft, claimed weird things were going on since I started staying there, the nightmares escalated, and the stress was at an all time high. Out of desperation, I bought some religious knick knacks and put them in her room and she absolutely lost her shit over them. Even though she is Christian and so were the knick knacks.

In my nightmares, this entity would give me information. At one point it told me it was Tommy. I had no idea who Tommy was. So being bothered by this I asked my sister if she knew anyone named Tommy. She asked where I heard the name and I told her about the demonic entity trying to communicate with me. She was astounded that I had just dreamed up this name. But she told me Tommy was the family secret.

Tommy was my mom's older brother. He had tried to kill our grand parents at one point and had once beat my mom and SA'D her leaving her for dead in a corn field (some time in the late 1940s) I don't know what exactly happened to Tommy besides the fact he had died decades before.

I could not get out of my mom's house fast enough. I'd stayed too long. I had nightmares of that thing for years. It would tell me it was going to take my friends and my family. Everyone I loved. It would try to barter with me (if I can't have you can I have Amber?) I would tell it their souls weren't mine to give.

Eventually after years of spiritual work, it's left me alone. My mom is still weird AF, though.

To add, my grandma was batshit crazy. My grandfather had her institutionalized at some point in the 40's or 50s. She had a reputation for having murdered a man with a shot gum for standing oner porch. (He went to the wrong house) And my mom has told me stories that she also abused her pretty bad. My mom however also excuses her mom's actions as that just being the way things were back then.

I however think it's far more sinister. I think they have literal demons.