This story takes place in 1986 when I was eight years old. It was June and my Grandfather had passed away a week or two before father's day. All of our family went to the graveyard after the wake like families do. Most of the grown ups were gathered at the grave and all of us kids (probably 20 of us) were all standing further away talking and some were playing tag around the headstones. I know, not very respectful, but there were a lot of little kids all being very impatient.
All of a sudden, all of the noises stopped, the birds weren't chirping, I can't remember hearing the adults talking- I couldn't even hear the other kids. I looked around and I saw something out of the corner of my eye walking along the edge of the graveyard right on the tree line. I weaved through the other kids to get a better look. And right there walked the devil-red skin, horns, tail, and all. I was just frozen, unable to move, or talk. I couldn't do anything but stand there and stare.
After what seemed like a long time, I was able to look around and my little brother was standing next to me. He was 5. I don't remember him coming up to me. I was still terrified and went to find my mother. I took my little brother by the hand to go find her. The whole time, I was trying to keep my eye on the tree line to see if I could still see him.
When I found my mother I tried to get her to look around. My little brother was crying, come to think of it, I was probably too. My mom wouldn't pay much attention to us. So I started yelling "just look over there".
I guess I was making a big scene so my mother pulled me and my brother away from the adults and asked what was wrong. I told her to look but she said all she saw was a man walking along the edge of the graveyard. I remember saying "a man you see a man..." She said "Yes, a man in a black suit".
She also told me to calm down and that the man was probably walking over there not to disturb us. She also told us we had to quit carrying on, that we were at a funeral and had to be respectful.
I stood right next to her the rest of the time with my little brother attached to her other side. No one saw him, not the other kids, not any of the grown ups. Just I and I think my little brother, but he would never talk about it. When I would ask him he would say he didn't see anything and would get me in trouble for scaring him, so I eventually dropped it, but I know what I saw I can still see it today if I think about it.
Being an adult now I have tried to process it but still come up with the same thing. I saw the devil that day in the graveyard.
My brother would never talk about it, not even years later. But he has been in trouble all of his life. Detention home, to prison, to drugs, you name it. I always wondered if that day had something to do with it.
He insists he doesn't know what I'm talking about. He says he doesn't even remember the funeral. Maybe he's blocking it out.
I eventually told my mother but it wasn't for about a year since it happened. When I told her she did say she believed me and she was sorry for not paying attention to me when I was that upset.
I have had other paranormal experiences through out my life but nothing has ever compared to the fear and stomach dropping feeling I felt that day.