Hope y'all aren't planning on sleeping tonight. I've had my fair share of experiences. I'll go weakest to scariest.
2 years back my buddy Reece and I were hunting frogs around 10 at night at a pond in the woods. (there are THICK woods directly behind my house. we were in the middle of nowhere back there) Heading back home without a light sounds scary but we knew the woods inside and out. Reece and I were joking around about demons and ghosts and then we saw a light over our shoulder. We turned around and saw nothing. We were slightly freaked out, and at the exact same moment we both had sharp pains in our side. We started running back home and I heard someone behind us. We hid behind a huge tree and heard a tremendous THUNK right near us, we ran like hell. The next day, we head out to see what made the thunk. The thud was caused by a 7 inch throwing knife, embedded in the tree right in between where out heads were. I still have the knife. Our sides both had odd circular bruises on them for days afterward.
Last December my friend Griffin and I were joking about bloody Mary and his mom said not to because the trick had worked for one her friends when she was 12. Her friend needed therapy and stuff she said. We though it was a load of crap and dared his little bro and his young friend Nick to try it. Well, they did,and they both ran out of the bathroom screaming and telling us "something" tried to kill them. That.....was terrifying. All I saw was a shadow that disappeared when the bathroom door opened.
Last July Justin (porcupine boy) and I were camping on an Island in the middle of the lake near my house. We were sitting on the beach after cooking fish, and Justin jokingly yelled, "Bloody Mary!!!!" This was 11 at night mind you. In the distance we heard an absolutely blood curdling scream that seemed to get closer and go on for a good 10 seconds. We called my mom, said that other people showed up on the island, and left.
Alright, if you don't want nightmares leave now.
January of this year. I was home alone around 8 PM watching a documentary on Michael Jordan and his legacy. I heard a knock on the door, and being cautious, said, "who's there?" No answer. I said once more,"who's there?" and the knocking became more persistent. I called my dad and he said to go upstairs. So I listened as the knocking became pounding, and the pounding became beating. I'd had enough of this crap. I loaded my dad's .357 mag, called the cops from behind the door. This obviously didn't scare the person, they just beat harder. I yelled," Who the &%$# is there?" and cocked the gun loudly. The knocking stopped cold. When the cops got there, there were massive muddy boot prints int he garage leading in and out. I wear a size 12 shoe and these were easily 15-16. The odd thing was that there were no tracks in the snow outside, just in the garage. That meant the person had to have already been in there. I suspect this to be the same entity as in my final story.
Christmas Eve of 2010. I was my usually sleepless self on this day. I would doze off from time to time and wake up a few minutes later. I saw a shadow leaving my room and was like, What the heck? I tried to sleep, figuring that I was just imagining things. About 10 minutes later, I heard a demonic voice saying, "open the door! Open the door Carter!" I can't even describe this voice. It was dry and low and angry. I started crying and the voice laughed. I got the courage to walk across the hallway. My parents heard it to and we all were pretty scared. My dad gathered the courage to go downstairs and ask who was at the door. The voice stopped immediately. HE ran back upstairs and we had peace for about 10 minutes. A high and shrill voice now began asking to be let in, he loaded his gun, ran downstairs, and threatened it,and "they" left for good.
