My First Demon Encounter:
Once upon time when I was 6 or 7. A kid living next door to a friend of mine moved away and a new family moved in. This family was grandparents and a grandson from the big city. And they were black in an all-white small town (population 890) in the Midwest so they were bit of a novelty. Grandparents had told the adults they moved here to get away the big city gangs and violence. My sister saw the kid at school. Then the big city kid robbed the sole gas station in town and of course the teenager working the register knew him from school (not too bright of a plan). Everyone in town was shocked. They had been kind to the family since they came, kids invited the grandson to hang out with them, so how could this kid repay their kindness with this behavior. Sister said the kid complained at school how boring we were, it's fun to rob people and spray paint buildings (before the robbery he spray painted a business's wall). Then it happened.
A black woman walked through my bedroom wall while I was playing so I knew she was a ghost. She begged me for help. She explained my imaginary friends told her I can see her. Great. She wanted me to talk to her son. I explained they will think I'm crazy if I knock on their door talking about seeing a ghost (Mom called me crazy seeing people she couldn't see). So this ghost begged for days before I finally caved in. She told me to bring a lemon meringue pie and they would believe me because it's her son's favorite. So I made the pie, though I wasn't allowed to use the electric beaters so my sister made the meringue part. I don't know how I explained making a pie so a ghost will stop bothering me, but she did it. I walked to the house explaining a ghost lady named (I forget her name now so I'll call her Maria) was begging me to help their grandson. The pie and knowing her name did work to make them believe me. They asked me questions about her. When asked how she died, Maria showed me a silver car in a ditch. They said their daughter Maria died in a car wreck. So the grandparents called out their grandson. He scoffed how lemon meringue was white people food. I apologized explaining I was told it was his favorite. The grandfather cut up the pie and offered me a piece. Naturally, I wanted to taste my own pie. I told them about the family who lived her before they did. Their grandson's bedroom was the little girl's room. So after dessert, the grandson and I went into his room. In the corner of the room, I saw my first demon. Very tall with animal face, horns and hooves, all black with red eyes and man's chest, and had black bat wings. I screamed my head off and ran out of the room. Kid was dumbfounded. He explained I just walked in the room and screamed, he didn't do anything to me. I was shaking and stuttering about a monster. Then the demon stood in the bedroom doorway and I ran out of the house.
I asked Maria standing by a tree to help. She refused to go into house. The grandparents asked me to sit on the front porch and the demon looked at me through the window. I said that thing was not there last time I visited the house. I didn't know how they lived in the house with it. Grandfather remembered feeling anger toward his wife and wanted to hurt her that he couldn't explain (he loved his wife and had no desire to hurt her). I said it was the demon talking to him. I relayed Maria's warning how her son needed to stop listening to the demon or his soul will be taken to hell when he gets stabbed within the next year. The person doing the stabbing I saw was surrounded by three demons controlling him so no mercy will come from him. Next, the demon from the window scratched me and stopped me from talking. I felt lit on fire and think I was talking strangely cause the grandparents suddenly got alarmed looks on their faces. Maria disappeared. Then, my guardian angel up showed up and forced the demon to back away from me. I said, Thank you. Grandfather asked what just happened. I made introductions to my guardian angel. Maria reappeared. I said demon was in the backyard now. I told the grandparents my guardian angel was returning Maria to heaven, but she can visit when she wants. I think they felt Maria's cold air in front of them and said their good-byes. I went home.
Soon after, a priest knocked on my door and asked me to draw a picture of the monster I saw in the boy's room. I grabbed my crayons and did my best to describe it. It was first time I heard about angels/spirits of darkness created before time began. Though, I said it didn't have a goat's head, more like a cow. The priest took my picture and left to do his exorcism I presume. The family eventually moved back to the city when the grandfather got cancer to be closer to his son. I received a letter about a year later saying thank you for the warning. The kid did get stabbed, but he survived and the stabber was going to jail. They asked if the cancer grandfather suffered was a punishment from God. I prayed on it and wrote back that it was not a punishment, but God's love allowing the grandfather time to say good-bye (how many people get the chance to say good-bye before death). I never heard from them again.
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