This story I am about to tell you is true, it happened to my mother in 1959, in upstate N.Y.
My mother was raised in a very strict protestant home, She had seven brothers and sisters. As all families did back then, my mother was required to attend church three times a week. My grandfather was a very religious man.
One Sunday my aunt Janet asked permission to attend a catholic church with a friend that she had spent the night with. Although my grandfather did not agree, my grandmother gave her permission figuring it would give her a little more insight into god.
My aunt attended mass with her friend, While she was there she saw the floating candles that the church lights to honor the dead, well as you may be able to guess she took one and brought it home with her. She lit the candle and put it on the vanity table near the window in the room she shared with my mother.
My grandmother called them down for their Sunday dinner. While they were eating, all of a sudden they could smell smoke. Apparently the wind had blown the curtains and the candle had caught them on fire. The fire was horrific, it practically destroyed the room.
My grandfather being the man he was made everyone work to redo the room that day, paint and all. At the end of the day there was only one thing left to be done which was to replace the window in the room, but that could not be done until the following day. Back then everything was closed on Sunday.
My mother and her sisters had pushed their beds together that night and made one big bed. The moon was full so they could see fairly well in the dark. At around 3:00 AM, my mother awoke to a snarling sound coming from somewhere in her room, she said she almost felt paralyzed. As she started to open her eyes, she could see this huge black gargoyle looking thing standing at the end of her bed with these evil red eyes staring at her. She could see his snarling teeth, she could feel the heat of his breath on her skin. She was so terrified she could not move. She said it looked at her like, 'I know you can see me'.
She laid there the rest of the night staring at this thing at the end of her bed until sunrise. As the sun started to come up it flew out the open window. My mother jumped out of bed and as she did she noticed these strange hoof prints made out of soot on the floor. As she walked from her room there were more in the hall going towards her brothers room. She was too frightened to say anything to her family, afraid they would say she was crazy.
Twenty years later we had a family reunion with all my relatives and they started talking about the fire. My Aunt Linda says, "Did you guys see what I saw that night?" and the look on my mom and Aunt Janet's face said it all.
My Uncle Bobby said he thought it was just a dream, but apparently not. It is a lesson to be learned that if you steal candles from the catholic church that are meant for the honoring of the dead it is a sin and you just may get a visit from the devil. And by the way three days later my grandmother all of a sudden died from a heart attack. She had no previous history of heart disease or problems. She was 36 yrs old. I know it may seem hard to believe but this really happened. It has made my family realize that there is a heaven and hell and what you do comes back to you.