The Black Demon

I was just heading home from my long day at work. My two dogs had been starving since I hadn’t gotten food for them in a while. I was fairly broke at the moment, but if there was anything I was going to do, it was buy my dog’s food.

When I was younger, I had really bad anxiety and depression, almost to the point where I would try to kill myself. My parents would take me to a therapist once a week. Of course, this didn’t help at all. My anxiety and depression came from school, as I would get bullied often, and had no friends. But there was one time where my bullies got out of hand. I was sitting alone on half the side of a lunch table, while the other half had other people. After I got done eating, I went into the bathroom to be away from everyone else. Well, my bullies followed me into there and were laughing and snickering as they entered. They grabbed me out of the stall and pulled me out of the bathroom.

“What the hell are you doing, please man, I just want to be alone,” I said.

“Oh you’ll be alone, trust me,” one of them said while the others were laughing.

They pulled me into the gym locker room and stuffed me into one of those big lockers. They locked the locker and left. Shit.

No one was allowed to enter the gym or the gym locker room because they were doing maintenance on it. I screamed for help, but since no one was in their, no one came. I had a big fear of being in tight spaces, and also a fear of the dark. This was terrible for me, since it was both of them. The only light that was on was a tiny lamp in the coaches office. It felt like I was in there for days, I was so stressed and was feeling like I was about to have an anxiety attack. At this point, everyone had left the school, and I was in there alone, and by myself.

There was a faint noise of footsteps coming from the hallway that led to the gym. I started screaming for help, hoping it was one of the janitors. I got no response, so I listened more carefully to see if I wasn’t imagining things. But, the footsteps didn’t seem like they were shoes. They sounded wet, and light footed. At this point I was scared shitless and stopped screaming for help. As I listened, I heard a faint breathing coming from where the footsteps were. It was really odd, as it almost sounded like they were struggling for breath and where wheezing. The footsteps got louder and louder and louder, until they stopped. I was as quiet as a mouse and didn’t know what to do.

And all of the sudden, I heard the footsteps running towards me. I saw nothing where I heard the footsteps from. It was almost as if it was someone in an invisible cloak. But as soon as the footsteps came to me, they stopped, and all I heard was that same breathing. I closed my eyes and started to repeat, “Go away, please, I don’t wanna die,” as I was crying.

The sound of breathing slowly fainted away and the footsteps got quieter and quieter, and then everything stopped. It was complete, and utter silence.

I must have fell asleep because I was leaning against the locker wall and all the lights were on. I heard whistling and a sound of a mop. I screamed for help and must’ve startled the person because they screamed.

I got out of there because the janitor unlocked it and called the police. My parents got me and were so relieved that I was safe.

That happened 15 years ago and I still have nightmares about it. What was that thing that I saw, and what would’ve happened if no one came for me?

I finally got to the store and walked in. There were only a few cars in the parking lot. I walked to the dog food isle and got the bag. There was a lady who was next to me while I was getting the dog food. I tried to be friendly and start a conversation with her.

“Hey, you got a dog too?” I said.

“I have two of them, ones a German Shepard and another one is a retriever,” I said again.

She didn’t answer, and acted almost as if I wasn’t even there. I just walked away and headed toward the cash register. The lady started scanning my items, but she had a wide, unnerving grin on her face.

“Is.. Th. That. all f… for today s.. sir?” She said while still having that grin on her face.

“Um yes,” I replied.

She finally looked up from the ground and stared at me while I was putting my card in. Her stare was so blank, it had no emotion, and her smile, it was almost if it didn’t seem happy.

I scurried and got my stuff as my anxiety was going off. Everything that happened in there did not seem normal. It was dark outside and I got to my car. As I was putting my stuff in my trunk I saw someone standing toward the store in a dark corner.

They seemed to have nothing but black clothes on, as I could only make out their shape. I ignored it and finished getting my stuff in my trunk. I looked back and they weren’t there. I started looking around and saw them running toward me. Their run was inhuman. The top half of their body didn’t move with the legs, it was just still. The legs were moving really fast though and I got to my car. I was shaking but started it in a hurry and slammed on the gas. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw the thing standing there. It was tall, really tall, like almost 7 foot.

There was no one on the road. Not a single car. It was empty, and eerie. It was only 9:00 at night, you’d expect people to still be on the road. I got to my house and called the police station to report what happened. I didn’t get an answer. It went straight to voicemail. At this point I was having an anxiety attack. The people at the store, the guy in the parking lot, the empty road, and now the cops won’t answer?

I got my dogs and went to bed. It was hard to sleep with how shook I was. I was almost asleep when I heard a ding on my phone. It was from an unknown number. The text read, “I can see you. I am coming so close to being your best friend. Forever.”

And a picture of my in my bed on my phone from the window next to me.

I looked over to the window and saw nothing. I started to panic and locked my window and my bedroom door. My dogs were downstairs and they were barking a lot.

I am scared, I don’t know what to do. The cops won’t answer and I am too scared to get out of my bedroom. Pray for me.

Author: Guy_of_Reddit

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