I do believe it was a year ago when this event happened to me. It was an eventless summer. Days were hot, and long while the nights were short and cool.
Being an only child and spending the summer vacations usually alone until I came across this creek. That is where to this day I enjoy my days in the summer heat always trying but never succeeding in find the end of the creek's tail.
One day after enjoying the creek I decided to investigate to what my curiosity has been begging me to check out: the graveyard next to the creek.
This graveyard was on the land of a church built in the 1840s. It was destroyed by some fire in 1913, and was finished in being rebuilt in 1916. It was on a stone in front of the church.
I decided that I would come back and investigate the cemetery closer towards twilight.
Returning back to the church/cemetery, I noticed that there was an electrician doing something to a power line. Fixing it or checking something, I don't know; I'm not an expert.
So I rode my bike away from his eye sight and parked it behind the church. The church gave me a feeling of being forbidden to enter its ground. I found that feeling odd, especially at a church. I walked around to the resting places of so many before and began reading their stories. Some were mothers, daughters, brothers, fathers, sons, friends, and even... Civil War soldiers. Read one of my stories labeled Confederate Solider and you will know what I'm talking about.
And those were the oldest besides a man named Seth whose date of birth was unknown but death was 1849. Many of the graves were unmarked and the most recent was a Malian Lilly in 2008.
Finally after looking at all the headstones I left. The electrician was still working there now on the crane like thing to get to the top of the power line.
I stopped. It was 86 degrees when I left home for the graveyard, but right then the temperature felt like 50. I turned my head towards the cemetery (I do not know why but I wish I hadn't.) and saw a large, black, hooded figure. It was standing in front of the grave of the man named Seth.
From that large distance I felt the feeling of anger and pain. It terrified me when I came to realize it was a demon I was staring at.
It turned to me when I realized what it was in my mind. By that time I fell to the ground and began crawling away. My legs wouldn't allow me to stand up as I watched in horror the demon moved slowly towards me. I bumped into another gravestone that was across the street from the main one.
The demon stopped, bent and flew at me like... It was flying! Like truly flying not that levitating off the ground stuff but moving like a bullet towards me.
I couldn't scream but the electrician did it for me. The demon took a dramatic turn upwards headed for not me but the man working on the power line. I looked up and saw him flip over the little platform he was on and tumbled to the earth.
Before he hit the ground from a huge height... He disappeared right before my very eyes. The vehicle that electrician used to get to the top of power lines disappeared as well along with the shadow figure.
I learned that no one died there or gotten hurt. But what freaks me out is why I saw an image of a man falling to his doom. I may never know but I hope I do before I plunge from this world.