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18/10/2025

💔Evil Snake In The Family

🔥 Episode 10: The Night of the Counterattack

💥The night came heavy with silence. The kind of silence that carried weight — the kind that made even the crickets too afraid to sing. John couldn’t sleep. Since Rev. Judah’s last deliverance session, he had felt peace for the first time in months. But now… something in the air had shifted.

He sat on the edge of his bed, Bible open, whispering the last prayer he remembered from the service:

> “No weapon formed against me shall prosper… every tongue that rises in judgment, I condemn in Jesus’ name.”

Then the lights flickered.

John froze.

The ceiling fan slowed, then stopped. The air grew colder — unnaturally cold. He felt a strange pressure in his chest, like invisible hands pressing down. He gasped. His heart pounded.

Suddenly, he heard Lucy’s laughter echo faintly from the sitting room downstairs — a laugh he hadn’t heard since the night she walked out. But this wasn’t her normal laugh. It was sharp… mocking… laced with something demonic.

“Lucy?” he whispered, trembling.

The door creaked open on its own.

John grabbed his anointing oil from the bedside table, his hand shaking. “Blood of Jesus!” he shouted, but his voice cracked mid-word. The shadow that slipped into the room wasn’t Lucy — not exactly. It looked like her, but her eyes glowed faint red, and her hair moved as if wind passed through it though the air was still.

“You think you can break me?” the voice said. It wasn’t Lucy’s voice anymore. It was layered — deep and serpentine.

John staggered back, clutching his chest. “The Lord rebuke you! You can’t touch me again!”

The figure hissed, a sound that rattled the windows. “You destroyed my altar… you broke the covenant of blood. Now you must pay!”

The wall clock crashed to the floor. The lights went out completely. Darkness swallowed the room.

John screamed, grabbed his phone, and called one person — Rev. Judah.

“Man of God!” he shouted into the phone, “She’s here! She’s here! The snake is back!”

Rev. Judah’s calm voice answered, firm and strong. “John, don’t be afraid. This is her final attempt. The darkness always screams before it dies. Open your Bible to Psalm 91 — read it now!”

John opened the page with trembling fingers, his flashlight flickering as he read:

> “He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty…”

As he read, the shadow screamed — a piercing, ear-splitting cry that shook the walls.

Suddenly, Rev. Judah’s voice came through the phone, but it sounded like it filled the whole house:

> “Every covenant of darkness fighting this home — break by fire!”

The wind burst through the windows. Curtains flew. The shadow lunged toward John — but the moment it touched his forehead, where he had smeared the oil, it recoiled like it was burned.

From his phone speaker, Rev. Judah shouted again,

> “I command every serpent spirit hiding in this woman’s soul, manifest and die in Jesus’ name!”

John saw it — the shadow twisting, changing form. First Lucy, then a black snake with fiery eyes, coiling and hissing. It slithered toward the open window, trying to escape, but a flash of lightning struck outside and blocked its path.

“Fire of the Holy Ghost! Surround that room now!” Rev. Judah declared.

John screamed “Jesus!” and the snake burst into smoke — gone in an instant. The room fell silent again.

Only the ticking of the fallen clock remained.

John dropped to his knees, tears pouring down his face. “It’s over… it’s finally over…”

Rev. Judah’s voice softened. “Yes, my son. The darkness fought back, but the power of God has spoken. Lucy’s stronghold has been shattered tonight. She will face the light soon — and the truth will expose everything.”

Outside, the wind stopped. A calm, holy stillness filled the house. The oil on John’s forehead shimmered faintly under the flashlight — a sign of victory.

That night, for the first time in years, John slept deeply… no nightmares, no whispers, no shadows.

But somewhere across town, Lucy woke up screaming — her eyes wide, her charm bracelets burning her wrists. The evil spirit she depended on was gone. Her empire of manipulation was collapsing.

The war wasn’t completely over — but for John, the tide had turned.

💥To be continued!!!
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