When I was six, I lived in a trailer outside a small town in Southern Missouri. I was playing around with an RC from the Pixar movie Toy Story. I sent it down the hall from the living area to my parents' bedroom door. I was standing at the entrance of the hallway with a wall that turns into the living area where both my dad and the woman who gave birth to me were sitting in chairs separated from each other with a lamp between them, the only light source there was at the time. My eyes followed the RC go down the hallway and it reached their bedroom door. I stood there for a second feeling uneasy, but out of nowhere a shadow appeared. I turned to look behind me, there was no one there. I looked back at the door - it was still there. I decided to walk towards it, being the naive child I was at the time, not understanding that my life would revolve around encounters similar to this. The shadow moved toward me when I got halfway down the hall. It loomed over me for a minute or two. Then, there were eyes and a mouth that appeared on its face. It was friendly to me. We talked for a couple of minutes before my dad had interrupted and asked who was I talking to, but when he came around the corner there was dread on his face. I turned to the shadow who had now disappeared.

Two years later, my dad and the woman who gave birth to me had split up and I was with my dad and a friend of his. We were living in a different trailer now, but still in the same region. One night I was lying in bed trying to sleep but just couldn't. Out of nowhere, he returned. He stood at the end of my bed. My room was dark, no light except that of moon light coming in from the window behind him. I was welcoming towards him, which was a big mistake. He only said one thing to me that night, and that thing was "When you die, he has a place set for you in Hell." He walked toward my face and when he reached my face, he put his hand over it. I went to sleep, maybe, I really don't know.

(This next part may seem a bit weird, but trust me it happened.)

I opened my eyes and all I saw was darkness and fire. I heard the evil cackle of someone who seemed quite familiar, and I had no idea why it was familiar. Then, all of a sudden there were fiery creatures stand around and gawking at me. I looked up and saw where the cackle came from. It was what I believe could be Satan. Throughout my time being there, he was trying to get me to make a deal with him and worship him. At the time it didn't work, but with where my life has gone, then I may just take up on that offer. There was a moment when let slip a bit of my future. (I hope since you are reading this, you do believe in ghosts, demons, spirits, and other things to deal with clairvoyance, like seeing small bits of a person's own future. If you don't, then you'll think this part if fake, and I respect the sceptics, but thanks if you do believe.) He said something about how he should never have killed me in that accident. How I know that relates to my realistic future is that every time that I have seen my death, it is always consistent to that of being in a car accident when I am 75, but I don't make this connection for a very long time.

After refusing him countless times, he tells the fiery demons around me to burn my soul.

I wake up screaming. There is light in my room from the sun. I never see the shadow again, nor do I see Hell again, but this experience has haunted me my entire life, and it helps set the grounds for the other spiritual encounters throughout my life.