As I approached this woman I stopped in front of her and said "Hi, my name's John, can I help you at all?" She looked up at me from the floor where she had dropped writhing in agony. She said, "Yes please help me" "Can I pray for you?" I asked, and reached out my hand to touch her head. As soon as I touched her head she let out a blood-curdling scream that seemed to shake the whole Church and she began vomiting blood. She ran backwards and out into the reception area outside the Bishop's office and cowered on the floor like a cat cornered by a vicious dog. She was clearly in pain and even though there was evil in her eyes they also seemed to now being showing fear as well. I had no idea what I was really dealing with and would only discover much later on the magnitude of evil in this small woman. This was the beginning of an epic battle and race against time to free an unwilling victim from the clutches of satan himself.