My First Encounter With Satan
      When I was about 4 years old, I had a bedroom all to myself.  In the only room there was upstairs.  Every night, when I'd go to bed, one of my parents would come up and check on me before also turning in .  Sometimes my Dad would read me one of those Golden Books or my Mother would tuck me in and give a good night kiss.
     One night, none of my parents seen me off to sleep.  As I waited  and wondered, there seem to be this longest pause and a terrible quietness in the air.  It was like one of those strange or weird episodes of the classic Twilight Zone or Outer Limits.  However, reality can be more frightening than fiction.  
     Suddenly, right out of the blue, someone was standing at the end of my bed.  I couldn't make out who it was.  They didn't say anything for the longest time, as if observing or studying me.  Then the strange figure moved around to the right side of my bed.  As I got a better look, I noticed it was a dark figure of a man.  I finally decided to say something, so as to know whom I'm dealing with, as I inquired,"Dad...is that you?".  Then it replied back with, "Keep thinking that way, because at the age of 16, I'll have your soul."  Right after I heard that, something struck through my whole being, that made me know that it was something threatening, I shouldn't forget.
     As he left from me, I saw his eyes glowed  red, as he faded into the dark shadow, in the corner of the wall.  Once those gleaming eyes dimmed, they were replaced by two white spots of light that came from   the street lights outside.  
Because of just what happened, I wouldn't go to sleep for the rest of the night  and would cover up most of my head, while remaining ever watchful.   Just peeking out at where he went.  
I had no idea what I saw, that all I could call it was The Bogeyman.  
There was no night light on, nor a low key lamp light shining in the room.  The street lights were the only things shining in my bedroom, which wasn't much.  
     By the next morning, I told my Parents what happened.  As I overheard my Mom seriously telling my Dad that, "He was attacked by Satan", one of my older sisters questioned whether I made it up and wasn't convinced of what Mom said it was.  My Mom not only had a better grip on what happened, but identified who the culprit was.  
     When it came for bedtime, I didn't want to sleep up there anymore; especially not alone.  While my two older sisters must of shared a room, my younger brother couldn't be left unattended, as he'd wander around.  So my Mom had my Dad to remain upstairs with me until I went to sleep.  While Dad would sit on the top of the stairs and smoke a cigarette.  That night  Dad  must of wondered or pondered on what might of happened, in his quietness.  Having done this for nearly a week must of began to take its toll, that he couldn't continue doing; which is staying up half of the night and work the next day.  
     Finally, Dad decided to try to get to the bottom of what he thought may have happened.  Or at least, the way it could of been.  Which to me is the scientific approach to the supernatural.  The problem with that is... the natural laws can't be applied to the spiritual realm.  My Dad reasoned that the street lights from outside must of played tricks on me.  By that, he must of thought my imagination must of ran wild, rather than just having a bad dream.  Once having settled on his own conclusions, as to excuse himself from anymore night time vigilance,  Dad wouldn't listen to the details of what actually happened.    
     Suddenly, I felt left abandoned in the insecurity of sleeping alone every night, fearful of going through another  episode.
     Why does Satan appear to some children and not others is?  Possibly because they will challenge in thwarting  Satan's evil agenda, against humanity.  Those whose souls Satan already has are obviously left alone.  I am convinced from my experience that Satan constantly tries to figure out how he'll capture souls of others.  
I've come to believe that lightning storms, tornadoes and UFOs are of the works of Satan.
Second Confrontation With Satan Forwarned
 
When I first went to live with my Grandparents, my Grandma
told me that the house she lives in, was once a Pastors home.
It was said that God and Satan were fighting over souls of
others there.  I didn't rule out what she said, but kept it in mind.
My Second Encounter With Satan    
 
It seemed like no sooner that I got in bed and turned on the fan,
which was standing on a chair, on the left side of the bed, that I
noticed something odd.  The fan started running faster than fast.  
Which was the highest speed it could go.  The next thing I knew, I felt
this strong invisible force pushing my head back down onto the
pillow.  As I looked up, I saw a black bubbly cloud come down
over the front of my face, like a trap door closing.
There were objects in it that I couldn't quite make out, even
though I know things were there.  It was like there was a blind
side in seeing.  I figured it must of been somekind of
subliminal thing.  As soon as all this happen, I just took a
glimpse of whatever it was and then I rolled out of the bed, as
to escape whatever it was.
Much like when I first encountered Satan as a child, there
was this dead peace or stillness all around, in which no one
in the house could be aware of something going on.  I was
also sleeping upstairs in a bedroom all alone.  With no
nightlite or lamplight on.  The room was dark, with the outside
street lights being the only light source.
 
The next thing I knew, Satan darted out of the closest at the
right end of my bed.  Nobody could fit in that closest, because
when I checked it the next morning, I saw it had shelves
that were too close together and reached close up to the door,
that it would be impossible for anyone to fit in it.
Once Satan came out of the closest, I saw the same dark
silhouette of a man like I saw when I was a child.  He was so dark
that the darkest black person couldn't compare to this.  It was like
looking at a dark void, like nothing was there.  You couldn't make
out no features even.  Never saying
a word to me, he continued to go out of the room.  It seemed
like hoofs walking across the wooden floor.
At this point I was so terrified, that I felt like I could of died right
then from a heart attack.  I wanted to scream out for help, but
I lost my voice.  No matter how much I tried to speak,
nothing would come out.  With first sight of him, I grabbed my
white bed sheets for cover,  as if for protection.
I never saw Satan unlatch the door lock or grasp the door knob, in
opening the bedroom door.  It was like he defied everything.
I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night and became ever
watchful.
By the next morning, I told my grandma what happened.  She
thought I was  silly and were just dreaming.  My mother was
the only one I could turn to, who believed in me.   There were no
experts  around for me to turn to for advice.
I believe I was then at the very age (16 yrs.) in which Satan threaten to
have my soul.
Evil Presence Felt
  While my second oldest
sister was in the attic, checking out stuff stored in there, she
began to feel something that scared her right out of there.
When I asked her about it, she said that whatever it was,
wasn't good.  Like an invisible presence of someone.
       This happened during the day.
                              Satan's Laughter
What my grandma experienced was during the night, when
everyone is asleep.  All except an elderly lady, that my
grandma was taking care of, who happen to be using the bedroom
bathroom at the time.  My grandma and mom was awaken
by what sounded like the elderly lady making deals with the
devil in getting more souls, of others.  When my grandma
verbally put a stop to it, they said you could hear the
Devil laughing.
In hanging around my friend one evening, near his former
residence, we both spotted something near a big tree.
It was located behind where he once lived, but close to
the left corner of the house.  I first thought it might be
a large black trash bag hanging from a limb.  Whatever it
was seemed odd or something not right.  As he started
 to go get a closer look, in moving slowly toward it, I
didn't like the feeling that it might be a hidden Satan trap.
It seem to look like a larger version of what hovered over
my face before Satan exited the closest.
So, before I had a chance to call him back away from it,
it was like his thoughts about it seemed as distrusting as mine.
After running back to where I was standing on the road,
he told me that he had encounter something like it years
ago.  I was told that oneday, while he was digging in the
ground with some shovel, he heard a voice that said, " Stop
picking at me, leave me alone."  I told him, I certainly wouldn't
of continued and would exited quickly, never to go back to
wherever it was again.  He replied back, letting me know
that's exactly what he did.
 
                    Others Experience of Satan
 
I had learned around when I was at the age of 12, that my
step-sister once had a slumber party and at bedtime hours,
in which her and her girl-friends were sleeping in one bed,
a dark silouette of a man stood at the very end of that bed.
Never saying a word it finally left.  My step-sister mistakened it
for one of the uncles she knew, as she was sure it was him.
 
I believe my brother once saw a dark silouette of a bird up
at the ceiling once, in his early adult life.
 
At one Pow Wow chat, I learned through conversing with another,
that the person knew someone who claimed to have seen Satan
  in some woods.  All I found out was that Satan's appearance for   them was as dark  as I experienced.
                         Dark Avenging Angel

A lady who was sleeping alone, while her husband was away, had been
confronted by what she mistakened for a dark avenging angel, whom
was ready to strike with it's sword pointing downward
at her, as if to protect, she thought.  It stood for the longest time in such position, at the end of her bed, during the night.  I believe the Holy Ghost made her think it was there to protect her, because had she feared it, her soul might of been stolen that very night.  But because she didn't fear it, it finally went away.  It couldn't of been a Demon, since one little girl who had been bitten by one, described it as having gray colored skin, instead of the blackness experienced with this one.