Cold, Shadowy Figure

This is from my most recent encounter with what my friend and I believe to be either a sent spirit or demon. Let me start off by saying this is certainly not in any way the first time I've experienced something of this nature. Things have been following me for a very long time now, and I never really tell anybody but those I know who will understand.

Anyways, this took place the Friday and Saturday before last. I was going to sleep over with my best friend, Sierra. School let out at about 3:00, so I would wait for about two hours or so before they came to pick me up. I waited in the quad, did some homework, just killed some time. They were running a little late, so I still sat in the quad. Things were pretty mundane until 5:30 or so. I was reading, (by this time, I was pretty much the only person there, everyone else had left), when, all of a sudden, I heard running. As if someone was running towards me. Thinking it was Sierra, I turned to look. No one was there. I shrugged it off as nothing and went back to my reading. Not even a minute later, I felt a really cold hand on my shoulder. I couldn't even scream, that's how shocked I was. My phone suddenly rang, shocking me further still. To my relief, Sierra and her mom and our friend Vicky had arrived, and were only letting me know. I grabbed my bag and ran away, and I could've sworn I heard that same, low chuckle I've heard so often before.

Fast forward to about three hours later. Sierra, Vicky, and I were getting ready to go to the Haunted Hay Ride carnival thing down at Griffith Park. We were all really excited, as it would be tons of fun. Sierra's mom, who is really awesome and understanding of what goes on with us, told us it was time to go. So we left.

The carnival was absolutely amazing! We had so much fun running around, trying and failing to avoid the people in costume. The hay ride was really well done. People in terrifying costumes with even more terrifyingly good acting skills, would jump literally in your face to scream or breathe really heavily. The old Griffith Park zoo, still as beaten up and desolate as ever, was used as an asylum exhibit. Enough said for that, I'm sure you can only imagine how well everything else was put together.

The haunted maze was so hilarious; we got stuck several times and ended up bumping into the same "ghoul" with the leather bag on his head just as many times. Then, we heard the chainsaw. Sierra and her mom ran, laughing. I took refuge in a small indent of hay, and Vicky just ran. Within a few seconds, I was face to face with this clown-zombie sort of thing wielding a chainsaw and shouting incoherently. I just started laughing so much. I started walking away, still laughing, the guy still behind me. I eventually found Sierra and Annalee. They looked at my new "friend" and started cracking up. Then, Annalee asked, "Where's Vicky?" I started to say that she ran, but all of a sudden, my clown companion said in a really convincingly, chilling growl,"I'll get her..." We remained there, laughing as he walked away, chainsaw buzzing loudly. Seconds later, we saw the funniest thing ever: Vicky running faster than anybody had ever seen her run before, screaming at the top of her lungs, face scrunched up in pure terror, my clown following close in mock persuit. Oh, my god, none of us could stop laughing, especially after she flung herself at full velocity into Sierra's arms. Classic.

Anyways, besides Vicky's feat with fear, nothing really happened that night. We (Sierra and I) sensed something there, but nothing happened. Not yet. In the morning, Vicky left, so it was just me and Sierra. Her mom had left for work, and that night we were going to see "Paranormal Activity 2". How very ironic. Anyways, Sierra keeps this poster board from a project our teacher assigned last year agaisnt her window, preventing any light from entering at any time. This made it very peaceful and gave it a nighttime vibe, perfect for catching up on our experiences and stuff. I told her about my 000-000-000 phonecalls, and she told me some eerie things that had happened to her when she was in Fresno. Eventually, we got around to talking about "this guy". I will omit his name for the sake of privacy.

Anyways, he was a really good friend of ours until he started getting into dark magick and what we think might be Necromancy. Bottom line, wittingly or not, he summons some pretty bad stuff, and Sierra and I can testify. He's always lying, and lately seems like he's trying to hurt us. Sierra and I, who practice white magick and nothing else, were at our wits' ends. She kept looking towards the big vanity mirror, and eventually, out of curiosity, I took a glance. Directly to the left side was this pair of slit, bright blue eyes, and what appeared to be what can only be described as a "Cheshire Cat grin". I nervously asked her if she saw it. Frightened and excited, she agreed. We quickly dove under the covers. She peeked out after a moment and reported that she saw a black hand come out of her mirror, and this dark, tall, headless torso with outstretched arms above us. We did all we could to calm our nerves after this. She told me prior to this that "our friend" had given her some very weird runes to copy down to ease her nightmares. So, before we went to the movies, we decided to find out what it was. Her Divining Rods had crossed three times, so we were convinced "our friend" had something to do with it.

We used my scorpian pendant, prayed, and began. She asked it some pretty basic questions, and eventually, it said that it was actually him, which seemed unlikely. She asked it if the runes would be fatal, and it hestitated before saying no. By this point, I was getting a chill down my spine; I knew this was not whatever it claimed to be. Thinking a trick would work, I asked it if its middle name was Robert. It said yes. I looked up at Sierra in terror and told her to end it. We prayed, said goodbye, and stopped. Her whole left arm was freezing cold, and wet, but there was no liquid. She got up, apathetically, which is so not her, and started to get ready to leave. I told her to look at herself in the mirror to see if she was still "herself". She did, and her eyes, where the pupils should be, were a swirling, pitch black; she had a look of murder on her face. I screamed and froze where I was. After she snapped out of it, we started hysterically crying and praying. After that, the party was uneventful in that sense. Following these events, more has happened, which I will post soon. Any ideas? Some people just told us that maybe a spirit was passing through her, but I don't know... Thanks for your time! Will post some more happenings soon!