Greetings! Thank you for all you do for the Body of Christ.

Quick background: I grew up in an abusuve home. Our home was also haunted, and I was regularly tormentetd. Once, I woke up in the middle of the night, and felt a fist punch me in the face, but no one was in the room. Years later, I would become involved in New Age/occult activities, even though I was a professed, born-again Christian under the Methodist tradition.

I became Catholic 20 years ago, because of a miraculous intervention by Our Lady. I have found my true Home, and I LOVE my Catholic Faith! Under the Sacrament of Reconciliation, I confessed all my past involvements with the Occult, but my childhood left me with a lack of...fear when confronted by demonic activity. I would be lying if I said I was fearless, but I'm not...surprised, or frightened easily by it, since I spent so many years under direct torment. It left me a little...jaded (for lack of a better term).

Onto my query. Last April, my husband and I downloaded some of the prayers from the prayer catalogue on this site, and my husband prayed them (House blessing, and Hedge prayer for the house). As he uttered the last words of the final prayer, flames burst forth from the fire place, and a loud swoosh of air went up the chimney. We were all startled. That night when I went to bed, I had a dream, that I was in the basement of the house. There was a box at the end of the basement, and there were several large dolls in the box. They looked as if they had been confined. I could see they were shaking, and as I stood there, one of them came to life, slithered on the floor over to me, and said, "We're pi--ed, and this is not over."

Two nights later, I had another dream. I was in my childhood home, I was confronted by a large, blonde woman. She was dressed in black. She said, "I'm tired of hiding." [I am the demon that was sent to torment you.] and with that, she threw herself on top of me, and we fought. I began to shout the St. Michael prayer over and over, unceasingly. I suddenly had a sword in my hand, and I remember using it. She had one too. We fought all night, and suddenly she fled, but I heard her say, "until we meet again."

Sigh

24 hours later, I became very ill. In fact, I felt sure I was struggling for my life. I began to pray the St. Michael prayer, as I had done in my dream, because it seemed like I was under attack again, but this time it was real-world, and I felt as if I had been shown how to handle the coming struggle. I survived (obviously), but I was ill for weeks.

So! I read that illnesses cannot be caused by demonic activity, but I felt sure that is exactly what happened to me. I'm also concerned by the increasing brazenness of the attacks, and I find myself very concerned that I will be attacked like this again. I felt as if I barely escaped with my life.

Finally, do I have attachments? I.e., am I being followed by the demons that inhabited my childhood home?

Thank you for your time.