When I was growing up in Newfoundland , (little Ireland) I call it,we had the Prodestant (public schools) and Catholic schools and the kids would throw rocks at each other and say" public,public ring the bell, Catholic,Catholic, go to hell. 😂 Sometimes the parents would get into it too and tell each other that their children were little devils. I have to laugh when I think back now, My dad would say, " don't worry old trout, there ain't no hell or devils". I believed that.😬. I remember when I was twenty living in Toronto, my husband who loves scary movies decided to take me to see the opening of the Exorcist. We stood in line for four hours in the winter.Everyone was talking about it so I was kind of excited..
I only saw half of the movie, I was so scared, I made my husband take me home, we got a parking ticket too. For one whole month I would not stay alone, I always felt like I wasn't alone, and this one day, I came out of the bathroom and my seven month old baby girl was standing up
next to the stroller that she was strapped into .😟😈Well, I was convinced the devil did it .I left my apt.and went to my sisters, I did that every day for a month. I kept my lights on at all times and kept my baby close. Everyone kept telling me , that stuff is not real so after awhile I went back to yeah, they're right and gradually got over it. Never bothered me again until two years ago.Yep he's real alright.. Now, when I tell my grown children that the devil is real and is the ruler of this world, they laugh at me and think I am crazy. I don't blame them, I thought I was crazy too. I got hit in the head quite a few times with rocks and I threw some too.