I haven't told this to many people because they tend to look at me as if I'm crazy when I do.
Back in 1986, My ex husband and I had gone to bed one night. We always locked the doors at night, and I always check them right before I go to bed. I still do this, even where I live, and I live out in the sticks.
Anyway, Galindos (husband) father was/is a Satanist, and I being the curious soul that I am, started picking my hubby for details. Such as what was involved in his worship. Well, I guess I asked to many questions because my husband proceded to tell me that I shouldn't talk about the Devil so much because it would bring him around. Right after he said that, someone, or thing knocked on our bedroom door. Remember, I had checked the doors before going to bed, so no one could have come in the house. Both of us were to frightened to open the door to check it out.
What do you think it was?