I am friends with a JW family. I have noticed that they seem inordinately concerned with demons. Things are “demonized”. Even animals and inanimate objects can be “demonized”. They have had furniture that was “demonized”, and a dog that was “demonized”. The father said he beat the dog “near half to death” with a belt because the dog was “demonized”. The poor dog ran away that night. Smart dog! He also heard a demon walking around his bed in the middle of the night. One of his adult sons can instantly tell if a piece of furniture has a demon in it. He says he feels sick when he is near a piece of “demonized” furniture. Why the near obsession with demons? Here’s my theory: because they don’t pray to Jesus, and don’t believe he’s God incarnate, they cannot rely on Jesus as a protector and advocate against demons. The demons always trembled at the sight of Jesus in the Bible, They know they don’t have a chance against Jesus. But JW’s can’t access the divine power of Jesus to defend against demons, so they are left defenseless. I’m no expert on JW’s, but this is my theory. What do you think?
There may be something in this.
The JW’s do focus a lot on Satan and demons. Everything is Satan and demons. A lot of JW’s are wise enough not to talk too much about Satan and demons to people who are not JW’s because they know how they would react, but they do around each other.
I’m about to write something I have never told anyone. I was brought up a JW, and I was terrified of demons. As another poster said, I was told to say ‘Jehovah’ out loud to make them go away. When I was a child, I used to have nightmares about demons, that they were in my room at tacking me. I would try to say ‘Jehovah’ but couldn’t speak; then I would wake up.
About 12 years ago, I became ill for a number of reasons, but a big reason was being subjected to the cruel and degrading procedure they call a ‘judicial committee.’ The nightmares returned, and I felt I was being tortured by demons because I was a really bad person. When I decided to become Catholic, I envied the priest who catechized me for the fact he could speak about the devil without fear. I was still having nightmares about demons, and I would dream they were throwing me around the room and they were so real. It was like being awake but dreaming at the same time.
Two milestones in my journey of faith were the Resurrection of Jesus, and the Incarnation. Knowing these teachings were true was life changing. Nothing else about the Catholic faith mattered to me but these. (maybe I shouldn’t say that

) When the nightmare returned, I didn’t try to say ‘Jehovah.’ I didn’t try to say anything out loud in the dream but deep within myself shouted ‘God’ three times. I woke up but instead of being frightened, I felt an immense sense of relief. It was only a dream. That was the last time I had that dream. That nightmare has never returned, and I don’t believe it ever will.
Hope this post wasn’t too scary. :bigyikes: