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March 2007 - Page 1
Demon on the Dresser
by L.E.
I was a junior at a high school in Kansas during March 1999. My boyfriend Mike and I hung out until 11:00 one night. After he went home, I got ready to go to sleep. As I was getting into bed, the phone rang. I checked the caller i.d. It was Mike, which was surprising because he hated to talk on the phone. I could instantly tell something was wrong because he seemed really upset.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
"I walked into my bedroom when I got home, and there was something sitting on my dresser," Mike said. "It started hissing at me as soon as I opened the door, so I thought it was my cat. But I thought it was weird that my cat would be hissing at me. Then, I started looking at it more closely, and I realized something wasn't right. I turned the light on and it wasn't a cat - it was a demon or something."
"Oh come on. Maybe you were just hallucinating," I said.
Mike was nearly in tears at this point. "That's what I thought, too, at first," he said. "But I know what I saw and it was definitely not in my head."
Mike described what the creature looked like. It was 12- to 18 inches tall, naked with brown wrinkly skin, and it had a face like an ugly man's. It had an evil grin, and its smile was a row of sharp, pointy teeth. The thing sat on the edge of his dresser across his room, swinging and kicking its legs. It looked directly at him the whole time, hissing and spitting. Finally, Mike managed to yell and scream loudly, and the creature took off running - on two legs - straight through the window, which was shut and locked. The thing should have broken the glass or gotten stuck in the curtains or something, but it simply disappeared without a trace.
I stayed up most of the night on the phone with Mike, trying to make him feel better. But instead of making him feel better, I ended up being scared myself. You see, I know to this day that my boyfriend had seen exactly what he said he had seen. Normally, I would be inclined to blame something like this on an over-active imagination, but Mike was an intelligent, logical guy. He didn't believe in God, much less ghosts and demons. He was one of those people who believes there is a scientific explanation for everything. And Mike was my best friend as well as my boyfriend. I trusted him completely. I knew he wasn't trying to trick me.
After that night, Mike rarely wanted to talk about what he had seen. A few years after we broke up I asked Mike if he still believed he had seen a demon. He said to me that he didn't know what it was, but he believed it had been evil.
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