My son heard his mother crying and strangers’ voices, calling me home—what I discovered was beyond belief.

Frantic Call

“Daddy, please come home! Mom is screaming…” My son called me repeatedly during a meeting. When I finally called back, he said, “I just came home and can hear Mom screaming in her room.” His voice trembled with fear. I asked why he didn’t go in, but he was too terrified, hearing other voices.

Rushing Home

Unable to reach my wife, I called 911 and raced home, my mind imagining the worst. As I arrived, the sound of police sirens was faint in the distance. I burst through our bedroom door and was paralyzed by what I saw. My wife was convulsing and screaming on the bed, surrounded by three people chanting in an unknown language, holding strange objects, and bathed in eerie light. “Get away from her!” I yelled, lunging at one of them.

Police Intervention

“Call the police again, tell them to hurry!” I shouted to my son. Police arrived shortly, pulling the intruders away as paramedics rushed to my wife’s side. They stabilized her and took her to the hospital. The police apprehended the intruders, and I struggled to understand what had happened.

Healing and Moving Forward

At the hospital, I held my wife’s hand, praying for her to wake. She was confused and terrified when she did, remembering only feeling strange before everything went dark. The police investigation revealed that the intruders were cult members believing they could heal others with their energies, targeting my wife as special.

The following days were filled with hospital visits and police interviews, but we remained strong together. My wife slowly healed, though the mental scars took longer. We moved to a new house to start fresh and rebuild our lives.

In retrospect, I realize how close I came to losing everything. Through the fear and uncertainty, I discovered a strength I didn’t know I had and learned that the love and bond of family can help us survive even the darkest times.