Before I start the actual story, I'd like to say that I understand that some people might discredit this account because of my age at the time, but I can assure you that this did occur, and my memory of the event is quite vivid. This is the first encounter of this kind that I can remember, and is one of many that I have experienced across the years. There is a history of witchcraft in my family, much of it black magick, and certain misfortune has befallen my relatives. It is the general consensus in this and every household in our family that relatives placed a longstanding curse on my grandparents and their descendants - if only their immediate progeny.
It was a mild spring day, noon at the time. I was about 4, perhaps 5, and was playing out in the sidewalk in front of our house; the sidewalk generally provided the optimal terrain for my Hot Wheels to drive in. It was quiet out, partly because it was a residential area in a fairly calm neighbourhood, and the rest was owed to the fact that most people were at work or in school.
So there I was, doing what kids do, concocting the wildest scenarios I could, pitting the drivers of my Hot Wheels against treacherous roads in high octane races - each of which could have been their last. And so I was for some time. My mother, of course, would check on me periodically, perhaps being driven to do so more often if the terrifying thought of some stranger kidnapping her only child crept into her mind.
I recall my mother opening the front door and me looking up to reassure her of my well-being with a smile. This time something was different, however. She did open the door, but she never made it all the way out. The birds ceased to sing their songs. The sands of time froze. I immediately knew something was wrong, but the simple fact that my mother had stopped dead in her tracks, that neither she nor anything else in the world seemed to move or make a sound was overwhelming.
I never managed to find a reason to explain what was going on, at least not at that moment. My attention was torn away from my mother, from the fact that time had stopped. I had the inexplicable urge to look to my far left, to the alley between the last home and the place of worship at the block's end. There, in the alley, next to that last home's fence was someone... Something. The figure donned a long, black hooded robe. There was a deep, yawning void where its countenance should have been and nothing where its hands should have protruded from robe's sleeves.
I didn't know what to do then and there. I suppose there was nothing I could do. It walked away before I could decide that I would do something. And there was no way to explain it, but I knew that it was this creature that had caused time to stop. I knew it then, and I know it now.
I suppose that that is the event which propelled me to study the occult, the catalyst which has fuelled my interest in it all my life. I now believe that this creature was a demon, an angel, but a fallen one. I don't know of any that can stop time, even amongst the demon kings, but this one did.