Before I begin my story I want to inform to whomever is reading this story that the Devil is no joke, this is NOT a story for fun or to laugh about. I ask those of you who are reading this to take it seriously and to praise our savior Jesus Christ and except him in your heart to avoid this from ever happening to you. This story may sound familiar to the stories about the devil walking at night in Michoacan and other parts of Mexico. I have had many paranormal experiences that I will share later on, this one by far is the scariest that's happen to me ever.

This happened just this past summer in June. Me and my buddy Jon had just left our friend house to head home, until I looked up the street. There standing at the corner of the street only 3 houses down from us was the Devil, I know this because he was standing there with these red glowing eyes and these horrific horns almost like a Ram but more massive, he was wearing a long dark coat and held his pitchfork. I quickly look at Jon and said "Do you f***ing see that" Jon looked down the street worried then smiles and says "you better stop you tweaking haha" that's when I yelled "IT'S THE F***IN DEVIL BRO!" Jon laughed and said "Ill F*** the Devill in his ass" as soon as John said this the Devil started to walk down the street towards us and as he did it sounded like hooves on the concrete. Jon did not see the Devil at all but he did hear the walking, Jon had a confused look but shook it off. Im not going to lie I freaked out like a little girl and screamed "WE HAVE TO GET THE F*** OUT OF HERE!!!!!" I grabbed Jon by his arm and ran the opposite direction dragging him from his own will, half way down the block I gather all the courage I could and looked back to see the Devil only about 20 feet away from us. Jon slapped my hand off him but kept walking asking me what was going on, hearing those hooves on the concrete seemed to not make him believe yet, "All the dogs on the block are gonna bark" I told him. Less than 3 seconds after I told him that every single dog on the block began to freak out barking as if they were filled with rage. Jon flipped out and yelled and we both darted down the block, all I could do the whole time we ran was pray I prayed in my head so hard until we reached the end of the street. once we got to the end of the block a cold breeze passed us, remember it was June, it was hot, as the breeze passed I heard a bone chilling voice tell me "Ill be back Teddy". We look back and nothing was there, then all the lights inside the houses turned on, they all probably were wondering why the dogs were freaking out. Me and Jon planned on never talking about that night but we cant, everyone has to know about this, all I can do is pray that the devil never comes back to see me again, but since then I have been waking up at 3am on the dot again waking up to the same dream I had when I was younger of a Demon chasing me. Feel free to comment, maybe someone else out there had this experience as well, thank you for reading I will be posting more of my stories soon.