Why Me

my mom had told me about paranormal things happening to her before i was born like the time she tried to throw away her ouija board and it kept coming back or the time she was approached by people from a coven and they asked her to be a high priestess because of some "mark" she had--she said no. when i was about 5 or six my mom had started attending church, trying to leave her past behind. i remember that when we got back my mom and stepdad-who, may i add, was physically abusive-were acting happier than normal which was strange and was borderline manic. they had left and while they were gone my brother-who was looking out the window-began to cry hysterically. when i asked him why he said that-crazy as this may sound-there was a man made of leaves across the street and he was watching us. when my parents got back they were arguing but itold them what had happened and they went upstairs to check on my brother but couldnt see what he was trying to show us. my mom tried to calm us down with religious music but when she played the tapes it would come out sounding distorted. they turned it off and went upstairs to finsh the argument they had left unsettled, but not before giving my brother and i a bible and telling us to read it, which we read for hours. when they came back down stairs they were telling us that armagedon had come and my other brother and sister were dead and we were going to die soon when God found us. they wanted to leave the house so we got in the car and left. while driving my mom said and stepdad kept saying that they could see god coming in the skies at one point it got so bad that they pulled over and at that time we noticed my brother in the back seat with his eyes rolled up, his skin was pale and he was not breathing. i dont remember that part well, but he was like that for a while. when came back to, we started driving again and my mom found a church and we went in. when the service was over we had went downstairs and my parents began screaming and crying that they did not want to die and began praying for me and my brother. when we left they were back in their manic happiness state and began telling us to take off our shoes because we no longer needed them because god was making the world into a paradise. they went to a river that was filled with algea and began to drink it . i pretended because i felt they would turn against me if i didnt. we had got a hotel that day. my stepdad had left to get food for me and my brother(they had not been eating). he did not come back for quite a while and our mom put us to sleep, but would constantly flip us over telling us that she could see demons fliping us over to molest us so we got very little sleep. finally my stepdad comes back and i felt the urge to get up. before my mom could open the door, i had looked out the window and did not like what i saw. as crazy as it sounds-my stepdad looked morre like a demon than a man. his eyes were so red that i could see no white, his face looked thiner than before as if he were starving and he was holding a knife. when my mom tried to let him in i smacked her hand, but she kept trying and would ask why i was acting that way-we were obviosly seeing two different things. she finally stopped and told him to sleep in the car. when we woke up he was saying that he got no sleep cause the demons were attacking him all night. later that night we were walking through the parking lot and i was holding my moms hand when she let go and closed her eyes. when i saw she was headed for the traffic i started to cry and tried my hardest to stop her but couldnt. finally she walked into traffic and crossed the road-with her eyes still closed-and left us behind. when i went to go chase her my stepdad grabbed me and my brother and took us to the police station. if you think that weas a long story, then i'm sorry, but believe it or not that was only a part of it. the fact that that happened was just plain crazy but what gets to me the most is that i cant figure out why these "demons" attacked my family but only used me as a spectator.