I was a small child, about 3 or 4 years old, living with my parents, older brother and our German Sheppard in a small town in Southwest Pennsylvania. The house we were living in was owned by my Uncle Pat (my mom's brother) who bought it as an investment. It was a simple 2 storey house on the main road in town. Since PA is full of mountains, houses were built coming out of the mountain. Our particular house was built a little odd.
On the main floor (bottom floor) was the kitchen with a door to go outside, living room, dinning room and laundry room, stairs that led from the kitchen to the 2nd floor stopping just outside my parent's bedroom. You had to make a sharp right turn to enter the other 2 bedrooms that my brother and I occupied. Technically in any other house, the 'bottom' floor would be where the front door was. However, in this house, the front door was actually in my parent's bedroom and always kept double locked. We never used the front door, though it was at street level, we would walk the steps down to the back door which entered the kitchen.
One afternoon while my brother was in school and my dad was at work, my mom and I were down in the living room playing. I had gone upstairs to get a toy (or something) and when I reached the top of the stairs, I saw a figure sitting at the foot of my parent's bed. He was in the shape of a man, but did not LOOK like a man. He was red, had horns and was VERY scary looking. I, of course scared beyond belief, ran downstairs screaming and told my mom; "mommy! There's a man on your bed!" Of course she went to look, thinking someone came in the front door, but the door was still locked. She thought, as most parents would, that my mind was just playing tricks on me and brushed it off.
However, a few nights later as my parents retired to their bedroom for the night, they too saw the same thing I did. Our German Sheppard was growling like he was ready for a fight. Now my parents knew I was telling the truth, though they didn't know what to do about it. Before they were able to find a solution, it appeared again a few nights later. As my mom would describe it still to this day, it was a demon emitting evil so powerful it took her breath away. Thankfully, when I saw it, I didn't feel that though I knew it wasn't good. Before the week was over, they had contacted an old family friend that had been a Preacher for many years, though by this time he was retired, that came and cleansed the house. After that, I don't recall seeing anything else in the house, but we did move out a year later.
The new house had some things happen, but I'll save that for another post.
Hope you enjoyed my experience.
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