The Devil In The Bathroom

I was six years old. My older sister was nine. The year was 1982. My mom and dad went out somewhere that night and got us a babysitter.

We lived in a very small, 2 story, 2 bedroom apartment with one bathroom that was upstairs. Our babysitter was a teenage girl who lived 2 doors down.

The babysitter was keeping us occupied, and I remember we were all coloring at the table. I had to go to the bathroom really bad, but I was scared to go upstairs alone. I don't remember ever being scared in that house before this day. I asked my sister if she would come with me to the bathroom. She said no because she was coloring. I kept asking her, almost begging her if she would come with me, but she kept saying no. Finally, the babysitter got sick of me asking, yelled at me, and told me to go to the bathroom by myself because my sister did not want to go.

I remember being so scared as I walked up those stairs alone. Before I knew it, I was standing on the top landing. The small hallway was dark, and so was the bathroom. I stood there on the landing, tilting my head in front of the doorway. The only part of my body entering the bathroom was my tiny hand to flip on the light switch as I stepped up that last stair into the hallway.

The lights were those horrible fluorescent tube lights that flickered for moments before coming all the way on. As I flipped up the light switch, the lights dimly turned on, flickering. At that moment, in the dim light, I saw it. The devil was sitting on the rim of the bathtub! It was what you would almost picture in your mind as a stereotypical looking devil. It was red, had horns, and a tail. It sat there on rim of the the bathtub, motionless, silent, and we locked eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

I was petrified and I physically couldn't move. The lights seemed to stay flickering a lot longer than what they normally would. Finally, when the lights came all the way on and fully illuminated the bathroom, the devil was gone.

I must have ran back down the stairs right after that, but I was so scared I don't remember. My sister says she remembers me running downstairs yelling, "THE DEVIL IS IN THE BATHROOM!" She said she remembers running upstairs to the bathroom, and moving the shower curtain around to see if anything was in the bathtub.

The next thing I remember was my mom walking into the house and me running to her, telling her the devil was in the bathroom, but she didn't take me seriously. So, I ran outside to my dad. He picked me up and held me his arms and I told him that I saw the devil in the bathroom. I remember him saying to me, "I believe you."

That was the very first paranormal experience I had that I can remember. It was several years later before I had my next experience with the paranormal.