Series 19: Series of a Paranormal Life – No Longer Alone

Meeting Cindy was eye opening, I was no longer alone in my experiences. Sure, I had my sister Angie, but having someone outside of my family that saw the same shadows she called the Devil, the Diablos, as her father taught her, were very real.

Several weeks after moving and meeting Cindy, I was invited to spend the night at her house. After we had dinner we all went outside and sat around a fire in their backyard. Cindy asked her father to tell me about the things he had seen.

Cindy’s father began telling us of the diablos he himself had witnessed in this neighborhood:

“One night I was sitting out on the front porch. Sitting there having a cigarette, minding my own business, and this little boy appeared over by the stop sign, just across the street. He was dressed in those short grey pants, with socks up to his knees and a small grey jacket with a matching hat. I looked at him as he looked over at me, when all of a sudden, he went from looking like a little boy to a devil’s face, mouth wide open screaming at me. I jumped up but before I could say anything, he disappeared.”

Waiting for me to respond in horror, her father looked right at me, I was not afraid, I asked him to continue, “Please tell me more, I have seen similar things before. I’m guessing by the description he was from a much earlier time?”

I was listening intently as he went on, “Yes, I think he was from the early 1800’s. He isn’t the only one I have seen from that time and others. There have been women, men and children dressed in different clothing, like the one everyone saw just last Christmas. It was chilly outside so we were all scattered throughout the house, a few of the Aunts and Uncles were in the front bedroom looking through old pictures of our family gatherings. When all of a sudden Aunt Edna looked out the bedroom window and said, “Who’s that lady sitting out on the picnic table?”

There was a wooden picnic table and a few chairs over in the empty lot next to their house, the family owned the lot and kept it clear for family events. It was a huge lot, with several trees gathered in the middle, a great place for several hundred people.

“When everyone got up to look, they all saw this woman sitting on the picnic table, with her back to the trees. She was dressed in a summer dress, short with no sleeves, she looked to be an elderly lady with greying short hair. Everyone got real excited and thought someone should go out there and see if she is lost or needs assistance. Concerned someone was sitting outside in this weather, I looked out the window to see what they all were talking about. When I turned my head to look, the woman stood up from the bench, walked toward the trees and turned into a mist that started spinning into a ball. The ball of mist then rolled between the trees and disappeared. Everyone was shocked and started screaming and yelling, ‘Oh My God, what just happened? What was that?’ I started laughing at them, I told them that was just one of the diablos showing themselves, letting us know they are here. They all just looked at me like I was crazy but they didn’t say another word about the lady near the trees.”

Astounded by his story, I had to ask, “WOW! That is crazy! Have you seen her since that day?”

Cindy’s father continued, “Yes, we see her all the time and the ball of mist in the trees, rolling around the trunk of the trees, they are here all the time.”

I had to look behind me, all I could see was darkness but I just had to see if we could walk over and see if anything appeared.

“Can we walk over there now and see if they come out?”

Encouraging us to take a walk over, Cindy’s father said, “You kids go ahead, I’ll wait here, I already know they are there.”

Walking up to the empty lot, I started telling Cindy about the time I saw the devil walking around my house. I wondered if this devil looked the same, “When I saw the devil walking around my house at night, he had red skin, an ugly face, do these diablos look the same way?”

Showing no fear Cindy answered me, “They do but then there are those that look like real people at first, just like my dad said, they can change the way they appear to us.”

I went on to say, “I wonder why they are here? I mean why didn’t they die and stay buried?”

Cindy’s answer struck me as possible, “My dad says the devil brings them out of their slumber and makes them roam the earth.”

“WOW, I guess that makes sense but it’s horrible to think that after we die the devil can bring us back and make us walk around. Seems to me they are upset they were made to do that. Could be why they appear as devils or diablos as your dad calls them.” I had never heard anyone acknowledge they exist, let alone have any understanding as to why they were here.

As we approached the tree line, we couldn’t see anything but I started to get the weirdest feeling, like someone was watching me. I even turned around to make sure Cindy’s father wasn’t standing behind me.

“Ok, I am getting a little freaked out, like I keep looking behind me to see who’s there. Are you feeling like this?”

“Yeah, I always feel like someone is watching me, gives me the heebie jeebies.” Shaking as if she were cold, Cindy asked if I felt the cold draft.

“Did you feel that cold breeze?”

“Yes, it felt like someone just walked between us.”

With that we both decided to go back to the backyard.

Her father laughed as we walked back through the gate leading to the empty lot. “That was fast, did you see anything?”

I blurted out, “No but it felt like someone was watching us, even walked between us and we felt the cold breeze. It’s really creepy over there!”

“Ahhh yeah, I have had that feeling a lot. Inside and outside of the house.” Cindy’s father replied.

“Sit down by the fire and warm up, it’s almost bedtime.” He said with a laugh.

As if I was going to feel like sleeping after everything I just learned about the neighborhood we moved into. “I may be up all night.” I said with a little laugh.

“Wait until I tell you about the things that have happened inside the house.” Cindy interjected with a little laugh of her own.

To be continued…