This is my recount of when I believe I spoke to a demon.
I had been working late on my computer it was close to about 3am when I had finished. About five minutes later I heard a knock on the door and thinking who this was I got up to open it. What I saw shocked me in a way I will never forget. It was my friend Mike.
Now the reason this shocked me so much is that Mike had gone missing over 10 years ago and was presumed to be dead and now he was standing here on my doorstep. Before I could say a word he walked in and sat down on the couch. When I got my mind right again I started to feel anger so I just yelled “man ten years and you turn up my doorstep we all thought you were dead.” Then after saying that he just turned to me and laughed saying “maybe I am.”
I asked him what the hell does that mean. He laughed again and said he was joking. Calming down a bit I finally got a good look at him. He had not aged a day since the last time I saw him. I then asked where have you been all these years, but he did not answer me at first, he just stared and smiled then slowly got up walked over to me looked at me and said I have been in hell man. He then again laughed like it was a funny joke.
After that he started to walk back into the lounge room so I grabbed him on the shoulder and my hand burned like it was touching a hot plate. That’s when I knew what I was dealing with was not human. Not to alarm it I tried to play along and find out what it wanted and why it took the form of my best friend from years ago. So I asked it why after all this time you decide to show up he turned and looked saying I have some things to take care of. He did not answer he again just looked at me with a sly smile on his face like he knew something I did not.
Then trying to bait it which I know now is a bad idea I said we should call his parents he just turned calmly and said if you try I’ll kill you where you stand this is when I truly knew this was not him but some sort of demon. So I decided to confront it. I said to it, “I know what you are.” It just laughed and said “Really? and what am I then.” That’s when his eyes took on the color of the darkest black I have ever seen. He walked over to me, grabbed me by the throat and picked me up like I was a two year old child and threw me into the chair behind me. He looked at me and said, “do you want to know what really happened to Mike?” He said that Mike was dead two weeks after he went missing and that he was the demon that took him.
Sent in by sarge, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com