So this is my only ghost story that I have first hand experience of, I wouldn't call it a ghost story more like a demon/devil story to be more accurate.

I was at the first house I ever lived in, I guess around 10-11 years old. Me and my family were packing up in my mom's Honda Odyssey and headed to my favorite place, Holiday world. I turn back to the house and see a cartoonish devil crisscross, levitating near a bush close to my front porch.

It sounds ridiculous, but it was exactly how the devil appears in movies and cartoons. Red skin, horns, and he was just looking at us in the car. I stare for about 5ish seconds, and he does not move. I get scared so I look away, and then I turn back and of course it was gone.... I never said anything about it to anyone in the car, well because it was so unbelievable so I did not see a point. I knew my siblings would make fun of me. I just kind of convinced myself overtime that I never saw anything, and never saw it again.

This is where shit gets weird. Last Christmas me and my family were all shooting the shit asking each other if we have any ghost stories to tell. My grandma tells a story about when her brother died, but then my mom starts to tell a story and I can't fucking believe it.

She was telling me when she was young, she saw red devil criss cross applesauce (I need a better word, Indian style is not pc tho), levitating near some bushes outside her childhood home in California. I was floored as I knew I had never told anyone about this, and I wasn't planning on telling my story cuz I didn't see it as real encounter. I then proceeded to tell her my story and get descriptive about what I saw. I could see my mother genuinely get scared, which I don't think I have ever seen. She said the description is exactly what she saw when she was growing up.

Mind you my mom grew up in California, I grew up in Tennessee. This demon/ghost must have followed us across the country. Is it a demon? Should I be more scared abt this.