When I was young, I lived in Texas. We had a huge backyard. We enjoyed a creek and a forest. Wild life like you could not believe. I thought that I lived in a magically place.

I remember when my sister was born. My mother was very sick and had to stay in the hospital for a few weeks. By the time that she was released, she was still very weak and sickly. The doctor insisted that my dad hire people to help. Someone to clean the house take care of the baby, the cooking, and iron my dad's dress work shirts, etc.

During this same period of time in the Dallas area, young girls were disappearing. They were showing up in the next day or 2 tortured and dead. If memory serves me well, they ranged from ages 7 to 14.

On the nightly news I would hear "young girl walking home from neighbors house disappears, next day shows up tortured and ran over by car several times". The murderer killed his victims with his car once he had completed his torture of their small bodies.

I was 7 years old. Once a week we ran my dad's shirts over to an elderly woman's house to have them ironed.

Me and my 2 little sisters sat in the car. Windows rolled down. Light breeze was blowing through the car. It is early afternoon. I watched my mother talking to the woman about how much better she is feeling and this would be our last time to bring over laundry.

The woman lived in a humble home. You could tell that she was just trying to make ends meet. She had a son. He lived with her that was in his early 20's. I had seen him around a couple of times.

This time was different very different. I had a really bad feeling and the Angels were screaming for me to lock everything up. On this nice warm summer day, I rolled up the windows and locked the doors of the car.

Soon the son appeared; he was walking very quick and taking large strides. It was as though he did not know that we were there. He walked by, all of a sudden stopped dead in his tracks. He looked down into the car. Carefully analyzing what he was seeing in front of him. He glared in at us. He looked back at his mother talking to my mom. He was searching as he carefully walked around the car very slowly. I sat there, as still as I could. I stared into his eyes, not once did I move eye contact with him. He moved slowly past the car. It seemed to take an eternity. His very presence my me sick. I knew that I or my little sisters were the next potential victim. There was no doubt in my mind. He finally left. He speed off in his car.

I honked the horn to rush my mother along. I did not unlock the doors until she was right there. I grabbed her and pulled her into the car as quickly as I possibly could. Then I climbed over her to lock the door. I told my mother the story and she did not think to much of it. I asked her "would if this is the guy that is killing all of those girls"? There was only silence as we drove home.

The very next day another young girl turned up dead. This time they caught the predator. Would you believe who appeared on the news? That's right, the creepy son of the elderly woman.

I was very young but I completely understood what he was thinking. I knew that he was on the hunt and me and my sisters were in grave danger. This animal was one of the black auras that I have seen and witness. He was a dark soul.

I was only 7, but I will never, let me say that again, NEVER forget what I felt and witnessed. I am very grateful for my guardian angels and have the gift of intuition that has protected me and my family. for the black ones. I have only seen 3 totally black auras in my life. I hope that I never see another one.