The Face in the Window

March 4, 2026

by Daryl

1 min read

Story Premise 1 min read (163 words)

"I had a strange vision once, not quite a dream, that stayed with me for a long time. I was in my room at night, about to look out the dark window. You know how you can sometimes see your own shape in the glass? But this time, it wasn’t me. A twisted face, full […]"

I had a strange vision once, not quite a dream, that stayed with me for a long time. I was in my room at night, about to look out the dark window. You know how you can sometimes see your own shape in the glass? But this time, it wasn’t me. A twisted face, full of anger and hate, was looking back at me.

It felt like it was hunting me, and no matter where I tried to hide in my mind, it was always there. I was growing so tired, feeling like I was fading away. I had no strength left of my own.

Then, without even thinking, I said, ‘By the Holy Spirit, be gone.’ The words just came to me. Instantly, the presence vanished. The weight lifted. I was safe. The strange thing is, I’m not a very spiritual person, and I’d never spoken such words before. It felt like a gift, a protection I didn’t know I had.

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