I grew up in Virginia, in a Christian family. We went to church regularly. One Saturday I went shopping with my parents and my sister. When we were done shopping, we walked out of the store, across the parking lot and got into our car. I got on my seatbelt and just before my father pulled out of the parking space, I looked to my right, out of the car window, and in the car next to us was the devil. It wasn’t anyone in a costume or anything like that but the actual devil, himself, and he was looking right at me. I was so terrified, I didn’t say a word about it to anyone. I was worried that they would think I was crazy. Many years later, I finally mentioned this to my sister. To my surprise, she told me that she had seen him, too, that same day and at the same time. She was so frightened that she had never mentioned it to anyone either.

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