My Daughter, the Demon Fighter

My daughter moved out of the house (sort of) to the job of her dreams. She's been working toward running a horse camp for more than a decade, and an opportunity arose to work at a Christian ranch camp that plans to start a horse therapy branch in September.

She's staying on the grounds, playing house mom to the under-18-year-old counselors, bunking with them until personal housing is provided. This is something she had to do anyway, as it's never a good idea to let teenagers run loose in mountain country, even if the boy counselors weren't in another cabin on the other side of the ranch campgrounds.

This helps prevent the 'I'm sorry, but your daughter got eaten by a bear on the way to the bathroom' letters to their parents.

Two days into her new life, we got a phone call. Or my husband did, because I was at work.

My daughter shared an incredible tale.

The girls were getting freaked out because, in the early evening, they saw a shadow of someone walking around in the empty bunkhouse where they slept. The property owners and my daughter checked it out, but there was nothing there. However, my daughter felt something was off.

The girls went to bed, and again, shadows that blocked the outdoor floodlights moved outside the windows. Humanoid shadows with no one there to create them. 

My daughter had enough.

Let me give you a little background on my daughter. She can see spirits, good or bad. Not always in detail, but she does see them. And we've dealt with demons before, so she knew what to do.

She went outside and prayed a hedge of protection as she walked around the cabin three times. The girls watched with interest, but didn't step outside. My daughter came back in and settled down. Her confidence that they were protected settled the girls a little, though it didn't stop them from casting nervous glances out the windows.

When my daughter looked out the window a few minutes later, a large black shadow seemed enraged, backed up, and charged at the cabin full force. 

The girls screamed as the shadow hit an invisible barrier, exploding in a gold-glowing flash of bright white light.

No one else on the grounds saw it, but all of the girls inside did. They said it was like lightning. Yet the skies were clear.

The shadow was gone and never returned.

I'm the proud mom of a demon fighter. You GO, girl!

Since she doesn't have a cabin for herself yet, she comes home every other weekend for some personal downtime (someone else takes over staying with the girls when she's not there). She's making her way in the great wide world, and though my nest is (almost) empty, I couldn't be happier or prouder of her. I just wish she'd stop bringing loads of dirty laundry when she visits, but I guess even demon fighters need to wash their clothes!