At first I didn't believe in demons and what not. But that all changed when my brother went to the cemetery just for kicks. After he was done, he went home and that's when my nightmare began. I was in my back yard when I heard my mom calling my name. I went to see what she wanted, but no one was there. I asked her if she called me and she said no.
Two days past and nothing. I was watching TV when my sister started to scream, I ran into her room to see what was wrong. She was sitting in her bed. Broken glass everywhere. I walked in to see what had happen, she said that she saw two shadowy like figures looking at her. I was so mad that I ran outside wanting to fight anyone but there was nothing. I went back to my sister to see if she was okay, she told me that the shadows made the glass brake.
Two more days past and I was beginning to sense that something evil was in my house, but I didn't say. Night after night I stayed up waiting to see if anything happen. I really didn't care about anything at that time, I just wanted to know what was going on. One day a priest came to my house and blessed it. To tell you truth that really didn't work because the same night I went jogging and I felt something behind me. I suddenly turn my head and saw a shadow person.
The thing that's funny is people think that they're aliens. But they're really Demons, I know because I am hunting them down for like seven years now. Some people say I might be crazy. But I've been to doctors and they all say the same thing, that I am fine.