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good person. He came to me four or five times, and we had long conversations. One night DJ saw him too and spent a good hour talking to him.”
    â€œWas there anything unusual about his appearance?” Joe asked.
    â€œTo me, he was my father,” Gabby insisted. “He talked about things from my childhood that only he and I knew about. You saw him, DJ—how did he look to you?”
    The little boy hesitated, then decided to be truthful. “Don’t get mad, Mom, but I don’t remember Grandpa that good from when he was, you know, alive. When I was sitting on the couch with him, his face was all wrinkled up and he looked really old. He had a brown suit on and was wearing jewelry. He talked in my ear, kind of loud, and said my mom should listen to ‘the nice lady.’”
    DJ squirmed around, refusing to look his mother in the eye. “One time he talked to me at school, and I got in trouble with the teacher for not listening.” He paused again, then blurted out angrily, “I didn’t really like Grandpa that much. It was very cold when he was around, and I felt funny inside.”
    Although neither DJ nor his mother noticed any oddities about the apparition, I was certain this was another satanic impostor, trying to add to “Virginia’s” credibility with its little plugs for her supposed goodness. Its uncanny knowledge of Gabby’s childhood proved nothing, as the entire population of Hell has access to the events of human lives and can quote them when it serves the demonic purpose. Clearly this innocent child detected something disturbing about the spirit, even if he didn’t have the words to explain exactly what it was. There’s always some sign of the diabolic presence, even if it’s not as obvious as a pair of cloven hooves.
    Although the demonic can masquerade as anyone, even a saint, there’s always some telltale sign—something wrong or out of place—if you know how to look for it. The Devil came to one of St. Francis of Assisi’s followers in several guises, trying to destroy his faith. All of them failed, until Satan took the form of a crucifix. Pretending to be the Son of God, he told the pious man that his prayers and penances were pointless, as both he and St. Francis were already marked for damnation. The brother was deceived and lost his devotion to his spiritual leader until the saint reminded him the words of Jesus would never plunge a person into sorrow and despair but fill him with love and joy.
    St. Francis then told the brother how to unmask the enemy of his soul. The next time he saw the false crucifix, he should command the figure of Christ to “open Thy mouth.” Since the Devil can’t speak through Jesus’ lips, he was instantly exposed for the foul liar he really was, and departed in such fury that huge stones rolled down a nearby mountain, striking each other with terrible force and igniting a blazing inferno. The brother begged God to forgive him for listening to the Devil. The real Son of God then appeared to him and said, “Thou did well, my son, to believe in St. Francis; for he who made you so unhappy was the Devil.” So sweet were these words that the brother became enraptured by God and never again doubted his salvation.
    In a similar way, I advise people to ask spirits who pose as departed relatives, pitiful ghosts, saints, or even Christ Himself to say “I love God.” That’s something the demonic will never do, so the satanic power is sure to be exposed. Or you can simply order the spirit to leave in Jesus’ name—this command has power over the forces of darkness but no effect on human spirits. It’s also important to remember the lesson St. Francis taught: Holy spirits make you happy, while demonic ones bring misery, conflict, terror, and hatred to your life.
    That was certainly true here: After the grandfather’s ghost appeared, the attacks on Luciana