A large building stood with dark over cast shadows. The building had steam coming out of its grey chimney.
I put my hand up and touched the window. The window felt ice cold. I could see outside but looked so cold.
"Put on your coat carri." Here, let help with your coat sleeve." We are going to Catholic Church today." My mother had her coat on. She had hair brown in color tied in hat. She looked like a young Priscilla Presley. My dad held brother Sean who small then. Sean had blue coat on. Dad handed Sean over to mom. Dad opened the door and walked out in the bitter Duluth Minnesota winter. The blue rambler started.
The car ran for half and hour, to warm it up. Me and mom stepped into tiny car. Dad put Sean in his car seat. Dad got into the driver seat started to drive. We arrive at the Catholic mass. Within an half hour drive. The rambler stopped. We got out and entered the Catholic mass. Church proceeded. I went to see the priest for confession. I was so small I was only 5 years old. We went to church much of the spring and summer that year of 1970.
Finally dad stopped going to Church. And we stopped for long time because it winter again. We finally in spring went to back to Church. I went to see the Catholic priest. I went to confession. He asked why I did not come church anymore. I laughed lied to him and said I was sick. So he knew I was lying for family. He smiled.
Me and parents drove home that Sunday. I went into living room it getting late. The tv was old black and white tv. Mom was watching Rose mary's baby. I feel asleep and it dark and silent in the house and woke up. Someone in dark was starring at me. I looked and woke up and saw a man in my room. I looked into his eyes and he creepy. I started to scream. My mom came in rushing and asked what happened. Mom did not know who the man was. She said go to sleep. She shut the light off. And feel asleep. Next few nights. The scary man came with dark hair white skin and scary eyes. Finally I screamed again. That when mom turned the light at night.
I think mom knew who he was. I was seeing the devil. She knew that and left light on all night. He keep coming to me at night watching me, glaring at me terrifying. Then finally year later I grew up and knew who that was at night visiting me. The devil. I have hard sleeping at night. So took night job. So don't see shadows in the dark. So pray at night So don't see thing in the dark.
Are you sure you were five years old when you went to confession? A child's first confession is the step before they have their First Holy Communion which happens once they are at school, usually about seven years of age and in South Africa in the second grade. I realise you live in the US.
Do you attribute your sighting of the "devil" to the long interval that you stayed away from Mass?
I remember seeing Rosemary's Baby many years ago and it was a rather horrible film. In these days it's quite mild but would have been scary enough for a young child to cause ongoing nightmares. Perhaps you didn't watch the film, I'm only considering the possibility that you might have had a few glimpses.
I don't either believe that you saw the devil. I doubt whether he would have the time or the inclination to go around scaring little children. Lesser minions do that. I'm not trashing the fact that you saw something evil, but the devil? Highly doubtful.