Your True Tales
October 2003 – Page 7

A Visit from Satan
by Teresa H.

If you don't use this story, at least read it because it is very bizarre, and there is a lesson to be learned in it.

Once a long time ago, when I was a teenager and took a lot of drugs, I went to a small party and took a hit of LSD, which wasn't very good, so I fell asleep and had a very bad dream. [Years later I would find out I was also psychic by the way]. It was a dream about horrible things to come for humanity, war, death, diseases, famine... worse things.

Also I saw me, descending down a spiral staircase, with a beer in hand, reefer in the other, and smoke and fire coming up from far below. After that I was running, running from someone, I don't know who. Then there was a knock on my window. Now some of my childhood friends in the neighborhood used to do this late at night, if they wanted me to go out with them and party so I got up and went to the window. But it was not one of them. The person I saw out there was not anyone I had ever seen before or ever have yet. He was a very dark person, tall, and his face was so dark I couldn't see his features. He had a top hat on, like Abe Lincoln and a very old-style suit on, like someone you would see wearing in the 19th century. Maybe like an undertaker. And he had an assistant with him, whose face I also could not make out. The first man also had a cane.

I asked him, "Who are you?" And he said, "Well, let me introduce myself!" while taking off his hat. Right when he said that I knew immediately who he was, and I saw his vehicle out in the driveway, it was a black hearse with flames inside. Then looking to my right, I saw my body and this was very strange because I was not in it. I looked back at Satan and told him firmly to leave, and to not come back because I was a Christian, and I laid back down in the same position my body was and tried like hell to wake up. This proved very hard to do and the whole time I was shown more horrific scenes of things to come and also I was still running from someone, only this time I was pretty sure who it was. I really needed to wake up and my hands were right by my face so I poked my fingernail into my face as hard as I could and I finally woke up and I went into my parents' room and spent the rest of the night there on the floor.

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