She had never heard His name.

Gina, 29, was raised in a devout Hindu household in India. Her heart was steeped in tradition and reverence for idols. Faith was her rhythm, her lifeline. But Jesus was a name she had never known.

A few months ago, Gina and her husband built their dream home. It was supposed to be a place of celebration and peace. But almost immediately, something felt wrong. Each night—between midnight and 3 a.m.—strange things began to happen.

She heard anklets clinking in empty rooms. Crying voices. Footsteps that circled the house. Her children and husband felt it too. Fear thickened the air. As days passed, her health crumbled. Her mind grew clouded. She felt like she was losing her sanity—and her life.

Neighbors whispered that she was under demonic attack. Desperate, her husband took her to a witch doctor. But nothing changed.

Then, something unexpected happened. She met a Christian man—kind, calm, full of peace. He spoke of Jesus. At first, it meant nothing. But when she described her torment, he offered to come and pray in her home.

He prayed in Jesus’ name. He anointed the home and returned again and again, reading Scripture, lifting her up in prayer. Slowly, the darkness lifted. The fear faded. Her health began to return. And then—silence. No more footsteps. No more cries. Just peace.

For the first time, she slept through the night.

“I thank Jesus that I am now completely healed,” she says. “My home is at peace. Jesus saved me and my family.”

Today, Gina and her family follow Christ—and their home has become a house of fellowship. Neighbors who once watched from a distance now gather to worship. The very place where darkness once ruled is now filled with light. Because Jesus came. And everything changed.

This is a true story. Some details may have been edited to protect identities.