The Devil and Karen Kingston

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It was now 11:10 am. We all took a break for lunch, though none of us had any interest in food.


And he said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature…. And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils. St. Mark, 16:15,17

Saturday, 13 April 1974, 12:40 p.m. Exorcism Time: 3 hrs., 18 min.

Karen started to tremble as soon as Reverend Richard Rogers began to resume prayer for her deliverance. Her face became horribly distorted and she was severely nauseated. A new voice was heard. Again it was not really Karen’s. This time it was low and sultry but distinctly feminine. The demon begged the pastor, “Please stop. Please stop, I’m going to puke all over the place. You’re making me sick.”

Rogers continued his prayers, much more loudly than before. He placed one hand on Karen’s head and shoved his open Bible right up under her nose. Sickly green spittle foamed and bubbled from between her lips. She spat at him. A large blob of the steaming, stinking goo fell on the Bible. It reeked of putrid flesh. The unidentified demon cursed him. Rogers remained cool. He ignored Karen’s actions and went right on praising God for His presence and thanking Him for His power over all evil. He then rebuked the spirit in Jesus’ name.

A beautiful rendition of “Onward Christian Soldiers” came from Karen’s unmoving mouth. At first it was soft, then more enthusiastic, and finally a raucous version of the song, so loud it was deafening. We had to cover our ears.

“Be still in the name of Jesus!” commanded Rogers. The demon in Karen immediately ceased singing.

Rogers again rebuked the demon. He ordered, “Depart from this helpless youngster, now!”

And again the words of “Onward Christian Soldiers” filled the room. This time it was more subdued. Then all was abruptly silent. The spirit now began mocking Rogers. “You leave! You puny little runt! You have no business interfering here! I command you, in my master’s name, to leave me alone!”


The evil entity interrupted its own tirade with derisive snickers. It now began to rattle off scriptural passages. It seemed to delight in ignoring the minister’s pleas. It mimicked Mark 16: 15-17: “And my Lord and Master, Lucifer, said unto me, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel of Hell to every creature. He that believeth and is baptized in my holy fire shall be saved, but he that believeth not shall be put to death, shall be murdered, by my followers.

“And this sign shall follow them that believe in the name and in the powers of Beelzebub, the prince of the devils: In my name shall they cast out Jesus. Yes! In the name of the Great Red Dragon, the God of this World, the Angel of Light–In the name of Satan, the Angel of the Bottomless Pit, shall believers cast out Jesus!”

Suddenly the voice ceased to paraphrase St. Mark’s words. Karen grabbed one of the pens and began to write. As she wrote, the same voice, now much more emphatic than before, said: “I am your God! You must worship only me!”

Karen continued to write as the evil power persisted in spouting off scripture. It asked, “Would I talk of such things, would I have such extensive knowledge, were I not good and were I not holy? Would I dare if I were not as good and as holy as you claim to be?”

Rogers paid no attention to the demon’s religious tirade. He merely inquired, “Why do you write? I didn’t command you to do this. I never even asked you to do this.”

“You told Williams and Linus to write! So why shouldn’t I?” the as yet unidentified demon sneered and then screamed back at Rogers. It was almost hysterical. “I’ve got so much more to say! I’m smarter than most of the others. I do as I damn well please!”

Before Rogers could reply, Karen threw the pen down and began to cry. She soon stopped the flow of tears and became increasingly violent. She jumped up, pushed Rogers away, savagely grabbed Sister Ruth, and fell to the floor in a flailing mass of arms and legs. Screams and curses obliterated all other sounds. Richard, Tyson the priest, and Sutter all helped to separate the two females. Once Sister Ruth was pulled away to safety, the three men pinned the furious girl to the floor.

Little four-foot nine-inch Karen weighed only an emaciated sixty-three pounds. Father Tyson sat with his six feet, two inch, two hundred and thirty-seven pounds astraddle Karen’s legs. Reverend Donald Sutter, the hulking Southern Baptist evangelist, draped his five feet, eleven inch, two hundred and ninety-eight-pound frame across Karen’s chest and abdominal region. Rogers knelt on the floor directly over her head. He held her hands and persisted in praying for her deliverance.


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