Since my incarceration in a mental ward in 1990 I had had talks with a therapist named Marie once a week. She had almost convinced me that my experiences had been the results of a delusional mind. I had not seen a demon in almost 4 years, so I was totally unprepared for what happened in the autumn of 94.
I was riding the tram, which was almost full of people. I was minding my own business when suddenly at a stop a man of extraordinary short height entered the tram. This midget or dwarf immediately caught my attention. He stared right back at me, and I swear I could feel the hatred in his eyes. That is when I realized that he was in fact a demon! I knew, oh I knew. It all came back to me and the horror I felt struck me with the force of a panic-attack. The little demon moved up the isle towards where I was seated and as I feared for my life I started to sweat profously. There was nowhere to hide either really. I was seated next to a window with a fat woman with bags right next to me. I was petrified as the fake dwarf snuck in and took the seat right behind my back. I don't know for how long I sat there, my heart racing. I could hear him breathe down my neck, and I did not dare to turn around. I thought to myself: -Does no one here see what's going on? Will no one help me? But I gradually realized that I was on my own and that I had to take action was I to survive this ordeal.
I don't know from where I got the strength, but suddenly it was as though my body reacted on it's own without me giving orders to it. I think it was pure survival instinct. I pushed my way past the fat lady blocking the way to the isle. Her bags spilled out on the floor and I could hear her scream. I rushed to the doors of the tram but they were of course locked as the tram was in motion. I grabbed the handle of the emergency break and the tram came to a halt in the middle of a busy street. There was commotion around me. Some passengers seemed to be angry with me. One man stood up and swore at me, trying to grab me. I think I tried to explain the situation to him, motioning toward the demon a few seats away, but to no avail. I again tried the doors but they would not open.
I then ran up to the driver of the tram who had left his seat up front.
"You have to open the doors. This is an emergency!" I begged him.
He shook his head unsympathetically, and asked me what the problem was.
Starting to really panic I told him there was a demon on board and that lives were in danger. I pointed to the dwarf demon. People around us then said I was an idiot. I!! They were blind and could not see! The driver told me to settle down and take it easy and wait for the police. That is when I managed to find the emergency exit opener and although the driver tried to hold on to me I dashed into the street and ran.
After this ordeal I hid out at home. I was down with the flu, and in the meantime I did some research. Back in those days I did not have access to the internet, which was brand new by the way and almost unknown to me. I went to the library and got a book on demonology1. There I came upon a note about the demon Apasmara who appears in the shape of a dwarf. This is how I know of the demons identity. This is also when I decided to always carry a camera to be prepared should I encounter any more demonic beings. Since I did not have a photo of Apasmara I did a lot of research on the internet in later years and finally I think I found him. The picture is not taken by me, but resembles Apasmara a lot and might be that of him.
1 The book in question being C. Raake/P. Weijland "Demoner och familjärer" 1930
