Somehow, the two go hand-in-hand in a demon's mind: the physical abuse of a child by their parents and things that go bump in the night.
The light emanating or reflecting from a cloaked demon can be caught in a frame or two of video when the demon and the camera are in opposite motion (although the result is rather cartoonish-looking) during recording (and, of course, the camera has to be pointed at a demon, which is most likely to be circumstantial unless you are as inundated with demons as I am). That was the case when I captured the demon in the still frame above, in which you can see a demon arm extending itself around the corner of a wall, its hand holding a device most likely identical to the one I was shown by another demon, which is capable of generating fear in its target.
NOTE | A circumstance of the physical abuse of a given child is fodder for demon drama, both at the time the child is being abused, and afterwards—even up to 30 years later, as described in Demons mock childhood abuse prior to committing acts of violence.At least that's what the common theme is for all demons who scare children in their beds at night using a device that actually generates uncanny fear in a human, as shown in the hand of the Jinn (genie) variety demon in the still frame below:
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| A fear-generating device, clutched in the hands of a cloaked demon |
This type of tool is often used on children at night, in conjunction with noise in their closets or under their beds. Such targeted children often suffer from physical abuse from their caretakers, which demons who cause nightmares exploit (or, at least fold it in to their own design).
How did I learn this? Besides having lived it from ages 5 through 8—even though I had no knowledge of the specifics at the time—I was actually re-introduced to one of my childhood demons face-to-face by the Prophecy Demons, who were coming out, not as the new aggressors I thought them to be, but as members of a horde connected to my life ever since I was a child (most people think they came on only six years ago, as did I until recently).
"Aunt Bee" (yes, it's a she) stands about three-and-a-half feet tall, looks like an insect with humanoid legs. Although the physiology of her mouth makes her unable to pronounce human words, she can smile — and that in nuanced ways, as revealed by her smile’s summary combination of embarrassment, shyness, and sincere regret (a demon's mouth is extremely well-formed and capable of such articulation—I can't explain it any better than this: they are polished people all around).
At the time she popped around that very same corner one day last year, she held up her device, pointed it at me, and, when the yellow tip glowed, I immediately felt the same intense, uncontrollable, deathly fear that I felt as a child during a "nightmare."
When she turned it off, it immediately disappeared.
{more later}