Cries for Help from a Soul in Deep Darkness
It was about one-thirty in the morning when I finished my evening prayers. I switched off my light, hoping to get some sleep when, at about two-thirty, terrible loud screaming voices awakened me.
The crying and screaming were coming from deep in the ground. There must have been many souls in this place. Out of these frightening and horrible sounds, I could hear the distinct voices of two ladies.
They were screaming in Italian, “Aiutami! Aiutami!” which means ‘Help me! help me!’
I felt that these cries for help were coming from a very deep and dark place, very close to Hell.
One lady screamed, “This is horrible! I can’t take it anymore! I can’t take it anymore! This is worse than Auschwitz!”
I pleaded with our Lord and said, “Lord, please be merciful to her. Please get her out of there. This is horrible.”
I don’t know what she had done during her life. She was just screaming—such horrible screaming like she was groaning in the deepest of agony.
Shocked at the screaming and cries for help from the women, I quickly switched on my bedside lamp and, while praying the Rosary, I kept looking at the image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the Holy Cross on my wall.
I prayed, “Lord Jesus, please lift them up from there.”
The moment you offer to God a soul, they are already elevated to a higher level in Purgatory.
Then I thought, ‘What am I saying? Look at my sore leg.’ In that instant, I knew that our Lord would give me even more suffering to help these souls.
All of a sudden, something powerful, like boiling hot water, was poured over my leg. It went right through my leg, accompanied by searing pain, which became so severe and unbearable. I couldn’t take it anymore. The pain lasted until about six o’clock in the morning.
Lord Jesus said, “For what you ask, you must suffer.”
Lord, have mercy on the Holy Souls.