I am just jumping in here, reading the first page it appears I should announce what I am. I am a devout devout Catholic. The next question I guess would be why do I believe in God? I got two extreme experiences that make me a person of Faith.
The first experience was a majorly bad haunting. I was a half or fake believer at the time, I had strange things going on in my house, I was blamed for most of it which just ticked me off, which was what I was more focused on than the happening themselves. We had towels just absolutely destroyed in the house similar to the degree a Wrestler would rip their shirts when they do that at WWF.
Some time after that was happening I would see this pure blacker than black thing go across the ceiling over and over again, it kinda reminded of me a mishmash lightning bolt. Some time later I had a game controller destroyed in my room, worse I almost sat down on a big pile of nails and screws that was on my bed where a sit and play games. Some of these screws still had the female connecters on them like it had been ripped out of a plastic book shelf. If I had not looked where I sat down I would have been hurt bad because I just flop down on my bed most the time.
I was still seeing this thing go across the ceiling even in daylight, worse now was it started getting on the bed with me when I would try and sleep, the bed would press down by my feet. I tried to rationalize what was happening, but one thing that made it more real was when my cat was in my room with me. She was on the bed and froze looking at the corner of my bed, her back arched and she let out a hiss, she kinda reminded me of the cat in the first Alien movie. Nothing else was in the room I could see but she was very worried.
At night this black thing started too take on a more bipedal shape. It would stand over me... I foolishly would keep a baseball bat by me in a vain effort to hit it. It had sort of a almond shaped head but I could not see its face not that I would want to or think about seeing its face because I would just bury my head and try and ignore it.
It got worse because one day I woke up with a injury, my skin had been punctured, and it was deep enough to hurt for days. To top it off some time later, I woke up and my glasses where gone. I kept them by my bed and I could not find them before I went to work. I came back home and looked for them. I found them underneath my in the center. In the way of that path, if it where to have just fallen off, was a 3 foot by 3/4th foot plastic container full of rain flys and some other equipment. Their was only a half inch to an inch gap between the lid of the container and the bottom of my bed. If it had just fallen with not assistance would have traveled in a diagonal line half a foot too a foot, then in this space of of a half inch went in a straight path, because the bed stuck out further than the container lid by a half inch to a 3rd of an inch, for 2 and a half feet maybe more.
I could not ignore or brush off the problem anymore, so we did a prayer demanding whatever it was in the name of Jesus Christ to leave me alone and it did. I turned my life around after that and have become extremely devout in my Faith. I now do support Prayers for Father Bob Baily and other Catholic paranormal specialist that fight malicious human and non human spirits.
The SECONDED reason I am a believer is because of a surprise healing. I had slept wrong and my arm was screwed up for the day, I couldn't lift anything without being in pain, my arm kinda felt it wanted to stay in a bent position. I had told a couple of my friends about it. Later that day their was this guy with a snow cap on sitting with them, they called me over, I had know Idea what was going on, and the Man took my arm and asked Jesus to heal it, the pain and bent feeling was all but gone, it felt pretty great. That guy turned out to be a roaming Priest I had never seen before.