Sorry for the length of this story, I am telling my very first story on this site and am used to being very detailed so it may take a while to get to the good part of the story. So again please bear with me until the end of the story and feel free to comment and give some advice on the subject. It will be much appreciated.
I grew up in a somewhat bad neighborhood when I was a child. I had heard whispers and rumors about how the town houses that I lived in were built on top of an abandoned Indian cemetary. I thought this was all made up and didn't pay much attention to it since I hadn't experienced anything really paranormal at all. Only things that were sort of paranormal may have just come from my imagination since I have always been a scaredy cat ever since I could remember. My house did make strange noises at night but mainly because it was old and the whole upstairs floor made noise whenever someone would take a step. We also had a few people who rented out some of the rooms in the house for several years and were friends to us. They would get up at random times at night and walk around so whenever I heard a strange noise I assumed it was them.
Anyway, I lived relatively close to my cousin (who happened to also be my best friend at the time). I was young, maybe 5 years or younger? I'm 17 now. This story takes place some time after Christmas, maybe past new years even. My cousin had come over and we played with a new race car track that I had recieved as a gift on Christmas. And my sister being the bratty little snob that she used to be (she is nothing like this anymore, so much more awesome) came over to where we were playing and told me to get lost and convinced my cousin to ignore me and they played with my present themselves. I cried over to my mom who was downstairs in the kitchen cooking.
Now at the time, I had strong belief in God as I was raised Catholic but I am now anti-Christian/Catholic but have no belief. So being the believer that I was, I was reassured when my mother told me that my sister and cousin would be taught a small lesson by God for being rude to me and taking my toys.
I stayed in the kitchen with my mom until dinner time came, by this time it was dark. My sister and cousin came rushing downstairs the moment my mother shouted that dinner was ready. I'm not sure if my dad had already eaten or not because he was in the garage during dinner and I don't recall him eating with us or coming into the kitchen at all.
When my sister and cousin came down for dinner I was still sort of pissed off at them (I was a kid what else could I do?) and waited for this supposed "Lesson by God" to be taught to them already. So as we sat there eating our dinner, it seems all the lights in the house turned off and I sat up scared and clutched to my moms waist. We ran into the living room which was right next to the kitchen after we heard some noise come from there. We looked around and it seemed as though the TV had just turned off and what I recall all of us seeing on it was a red outline of orned face. And with a boom it was gone just like that and we turned our attention to the big windows in the living room after a strong gust had blown into the room. My mom must've seen something outside the window because she rushed us back into the kitchen so she could look out of the window there and follow whatever she had seen.
As she looked out the window I asked what it was that she saw and she told me. I stood there in shock as she explained its beaked face, goat horns, wings and how it descended back into hell through a flaming hole. And I heard a powerful eerie laughter coming from oustide the window as she said it was the Devil. Moments later the lights were back on and my father came into the kitchen unphased by all that had just happened. We explained what we saw and that the lights all shut off and he was very skeptical about it and paid ittle attention to it. Apparently the lights were on in the garage during all this.
I then started to wonder if this is what my mother meant by my cousin and sister being taught a lesson but I was left baffled because I had been told that it would be a lesson by God, not Satan! I started to think it might've been joke my mom was trying to pull over on us since we were too short to be able to look out over the window and couldn't see what she had been seeing. But it couldn't have been? I mean I was with her the entire time wasn't I? She couldn't have planned a perfect scheme with me in the kitchen with her the whole time.
This memory very rarely comes back into my head when I remember the old house we lived in. I'm not scared by the memory nor am I ever visited by ghosts or demons at all in my life. My father still owns the old house but we rent it out to people and they never have strange encounters there or any wierd expiriences there. From what I remember of my 10 years living there, the house wasn't haunted. The only thing was the visit we had from "Satan" that one time. Thats it. I do still visit the house when my Dad needs help renovating and things of that sort, but anytime I go there are no demonic encounters like the one we had that night.
Now, my family is religious but their not exactly Jesus freaks and rarely attend church but do follow Catholic traditions. I don't believe in God or Satan so when I recall that night I almost feel like it never happened but it is still very vivid in my memory. And so here's the wierd part. NO ONE REMEMBERS IT. Not my cousin, not my sister, not my mom. My dad doesn't even remember us telling him about it. But it did happen. I'm more than one hundred percent sure that it really happened. So here's my question to those reading my story.
What really happened? I know I didn't didn't dream this. It was too vivid to be a dream and it was still talked about a few days after it happened. Now no one remembers it so why do I? Please give me your thoughts on it. I would love to know what this was all about because although it doesn't come back into my head very often, it leaves me confused when I do start to remember it. So write back please and let me know what you think.
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