Your True
Tales
July 2003 –
Page 36
The Red
Demon
by Anonymous
When I was about 17 years old, I moved into a basement suite and lived alone there for a very short time. My first night there, I had trouble falling asleep because I kept hearing strange noises in my bedroom. Sometimes it sounded like something scraping the wall here and there, and sometimes it sounded like paper being crumpled and rustling on the floor near the end of my bed. I imagined it was probably a mouse, even though it seemed very loud. I lay in my bed in the dark, terrified (it didn't take much to terrify me) for what seemed like an hour, listening to the strange sound. It would come from different directions around the room at at one point even seemed to come from high up on the wall near my head. I finally gathered enough courage to jump up, run to the door and flick the light on. The noise stopped and I began to search for the cause of the disturbance. The window was closed and there was nothing outside like tree branches rubbing along the wall. There also was nothing on my floor or under the bed to account for the rustling noises. Convincing myself it was a mouse in the walls I turned out the light and returned to my bed.
As my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, the sounds started again. When I heard them at the foot of my bed I pulled the blankets tight around my neck and lay there on my back imagining horrible things running around my room in the dark. Suddenly, something landed on the bottom of my bed at my feet. I was frozen with fear as it slowly made it's way up my body and sat on my chest. I instantly thought it was a cat, but there was nothing there! Just the feeling of it sitting on my chest facing the wall behind my head. I shakily lifted my arm and reached up to push it away when I felt it leap over my head and into the wall behind me. It never made a sound like you would expect after hitting the wall. It just vanished.
I ran from the room and spent the remainder of the night on my couch with the television and lights on. I stayed at my friend Laura's house after that and one day convinced her to stay in the basement suite with me. We went to bed with her on the inside by the wall and I on the outside. She fell asleep and I lay there listening for the strange noises, but they never came.
After a while, I must have fallen asleep, but woke suddenly to feel something in the room with us. I can't explain why I was scared at first, but I just felt this awful presence. As I reached over to wake my friend, I looked toward the door and on the floor beside my bed was the most shocking, frightening sight. There was this thing that I can only describe as a demon or devil lying on his back! He took up the whole length of the floor. He was lying in the same direction as we, and his head was turned so that he was looking straight at me, grinning. He seemed to be made out of clay - everything from his eyes to his short, curly hair and all of his skin was the same color of reddish brown. Everything about him was enormous except for his hands. They were tiny and clasped over his stomach with is fingers tapping rapidly. He just lay there staring at me and grinning with only his fingers moving.
I looked away from the creature long enough to grab Laura and shake her. She woke with a start, saying, "What? What!" But (of course) it was gone. I never stayed in that house again and moved out without giving notice. That happened 13 years ago and I remember it like it was yesterday. I'm positive I was not dreaming when the cat incident happened and pray that I was dreaming my last night there.
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