Mysteries of a True Story of "Living Hell"

By Dorris Haywood

I would like for the people who read this book to realize that there is spiritual warfare going on around us. This book tells of the hell I went through with this entity's arrival and years to follow. I have seen things that others have not and pray they don't. I would like people to change and trust in God. The true unity is Father God, Son Jesus, and the Holy Spirit.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jun 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781662403552

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Chapter One

It started in the late spring of 1975. I went into the hospital for an operation. The day I entered, they put me in a semiprivate room with an elderly lady. She was a very sad-looking lady, and my heart just somehow went out to her. As I sat in a chair next to my bed, the only thing I could seem to think of was this old lady. For some strange reason, I was in a way drawn to her. She was lying so still, her eyes open. I wondered, Does she want someone to talk with? I got up and went over to her bed, and I asked her how she was doing. She never made a sound. Her eyes only met mine. As she looked at me, I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t know what it was. So I took her little wrinkled up hand in mine, and I told her who I was and that if she needed anything I would be in the next bed. She only stared at me. So I turned and walked back to my bed. About that time, my husband had come back into the room. He had planned to stay with me that afternoon since I was to have surgery the next day.

It wasn’t long after he came in which a lady came in. She went over to see this old lady that was in the bed next to mine. She began to ask this old lady how she was doing, and I noticed that this old lady never did answer back. So out of curiosity, I asked the woman if the old lady in the bed was her mother, and she said yes. She told me that her mother had been sick for a long time and that she had not spoken a word in several years. I asked her what was wrong with her mother now, and she told me that she had pneumonia and that she had this three times in the past two months. She also said that her mother was unable to eat and had to be tube-fed. I really felt sorry for this old lady then, knowing that she could not talk and that she was not really able to do for herself, not even to eat.

So as her daughter and I continued to talk, she told me that back in her younger days that she was really a very unkind, mean, and selfish person, and that none of the other children would offer to take care of her and that she had all the responsibility of her mother. She said that they never came to visit her either at home or in the hospital. I told her that I just couldn’t picture a mother being so mean that her own children would not want to come and see her. So we went on to talk a while longer, and I told her why I was in the hospital. I told her that I had had several bladder operations and that the last one I had bad burst open all the way down to the bladder after they took the stitches out and that it had to heal from the inside out. During this time, I had to have a nurse care for me every day for about six weeks and that after this finally healed, I had a very large hernia to come from this, and that was why I was to have surgery, which was to repair this very large hernia. She told me that she hoped I would get along fine after this and that she hoped I would never have to have another operation for anything since I had had so many. She also thanked me for being so nice and concerned about her mother.

She said she had to leave and go home so that she could get dinner fixed for her family and that she would see me the next afternoon when she came back to see her mother. As she started to leave, I noticed that she never kissed or told her mother goodbye, and for some reason, this bothered me and made me sad. After she left, I told my husband that no matter what my mother had done to me that I would still care about her and try to be as kind as I could to her in beer old years and through sickness. He said that he would too but that all people don’t see things this way—that this is what the Bible spoke of in the last days. But I still couldn’t understand since our family was so much different. So as the evening passed on, my husband decided that he would go home for a while and see about our children, which is six, and then he would come back later. After he left, I thought I would get in bed and rest awhile and watch TV. It wasn’t long until they brought dinner in. So I ate, and while I was eating, they came in to tube feed the little old lady next to me.

I watched as they had done this, and it was so sad to know that someone had to push food down your throat in order for you to survive. So after I had finished my dinner, I started to watch TV again. It wasn’t long until the doctors made their final afternoon rounds, I guess it was 6:00 p.m. After they stopped to say hello to tell me that I would go up to surgery at seven o’clock the next morning, they went over to the old lady’s bed. I heard them talking about her and that she was not improving but doing somewhat worse and that they thought that her family should know because, at her age, anything could happen. After they left, I got up and went over to her bed. She looked at me in a strange wild look. I knew that she was very sick. I took hold of her hand, and with my other hand, I rubbed her thin gray hair off her forehead. She still only looked at me. I told her again who I was and I was going to pray for her. And I did. As I raised my head from praying, I saw that her eyes had never changed their position at all. She was still staring at me. I told her that I would see her later, that I was going to rest awhile before visiting hours. So I turned and walked away.

Around 7:00 p.m., my husband came back to see me, and I told him about what the doctors said about me and the old lady. He said that he was really sorry that she wasn’t doing well.

He kind of smiled and looked at me and said, You know what…she just might up and die on you.

I told him not to say that because I was scared of dead people and that if she must die in the room with me, it would scare me to death. He just laughed, but I was serious, not funny. About that time, she made a soft noise. I looked over at her, and she was moving her mouth like she was trying to talk. My husband got up and went over to her bed, and she seemed to