I am Joshua. The following story was my first encounter with the paranormal.
Last year I went to help my grandmother move out of the church she owned near Yorba Linda, California. It was a small church, and one of... Unorthodox faith that could be construed as satanic in nature, strange horns, pentagrams, inverted crucifixes, items of that sort.
I was unaware of the nature of her worship until after I had agreed to help, and I am a man of my word. It took a few days to get everything out. Occasionally I would catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye, nothing spectacular, a shadow here or there and occasional bangs on the walls. But on the third day, almost everything was out save a painting of something I can't quite remember and a strange looking chair which was facing the majority of the room. When I looked at the chair I felt drawn to it. I slowly walked toward it, against my better judgement, and sat down in it and I felt all of my energy drain into the chair. I tried to get up, but found that I was almost glued to the chair, the only thing I could move was my head.
As I was trying to get up, my attention was drawn to clicking sounds on the floor. As I looked up I saw a black figure with crooked legs, almost like a goats or something, and it was walking toward me. As I saw this I tried with everything I had to move or get up but I couldn't, no matter how I tried. The figure came closer, and I just shut my eyes and hoped it would go away. The clicking sound got louder, and suddenly I heard someone call my name, and I opened my eyes and the figure had vanished. One of the other helpers was in the doorway and he asked me if I wanted to go get something to eat. I still was unable to move so I asked him to help me up. He came over and lifted me out of the chair and suddenly I had my energy back.
After that I hopped in my car and left. I was severely shaken up about it and I am curious about what I may have seen that day.