Someone driven to despair by melancholy in his bodily life was pushed by devilish spirits to the point of killing himself by thrusting a knife into himself. He came to me, complaining that he was being treated miserably by evil spirits, and saying that he was in the midst of the furies who constantly provoked him. The place was seen where he was, namely, in the lower earth, a little to the left. I also saw that he had a knife in his hand and was trying to plunge it into his chest. He was struggling terribly with that knife, trying to cast it from him, but in vain.