Chilling Tales for Dark Nights.
The Demon, narrated by Kevin Urban.
Some people have said ghosts can act like Angels.
If that's true, then I suppose a ghost could act like a demon as well.
There is a line someplace between ghosts, spirits and demons.
I'm not sure where that line is, but this is a true story and was one of the spookiest
things to ever happen to me.
When I was in the service I met a guy I'll call "Smith."
I knew Smith for about a year before discovering by accident that he practiced some type of
demonolatry... a kind of magic that involves invoking demons.
He was reluctant to discuss the subject with me, and to the best of my knowledge nobody
where we worked knew about this except for me.
Eventually we were both assigned to attend some classes together.
I didn't have a vehicle, and we both lived in the same barracks, so Smith was letting
me catch a ride back with him each night.
One evening, after class, I started a conversation about his witchcraft with him.
It had been a few months since I first started asking questions, and he had opened up a little
bit about it.
It was about 2:00 AM during the middle of the week.
Our barracks were way out in the boonies, and the parking lot was empty except for us
sitting inside his SUV.
He described some wild things he'd seen before he got involved with his black art, while
around another group.
And while practicing his magic, he claimed to have actually seen demons he had invoked.
Just as he'd finish with a story, I'd ask more questions.
I was always pretty skeptical about this sort of stuff, but I found the stories compelling.
I could tell he was getting tired and wanting to wrap up our conversation, but he was polite
and kept answering my inquiries.
After at least an hour of talking, the conversation began to head towards what he had done lately.
He told me the only place on the base where he could practice his magic was inside his
SUV, because we didn't have any privacy at the barracks.
The SUV was a big, old, jacked-up, full-size one.
I don't remember the details, but in a nutshell he said he'd create some type of protective
circle before invoking the demon for his spells.
And then the spell was supposed to force the demon to do his bidding.
Afterwards, he'd banish the demon.
He said about a week ago he had messed up a ritual, that the protective circle wasn't
correct, and that he'd summoned a demon that he couldn't banish.
I realized then that he had done the ritual inside the very SUV we were sitting in.
He said people had seen him driving down the road, and later asked him who the dark figure
was that had been sitting in the back seat of his SUV.
But nobody was with him at the time, he would say.
I was starting to get a little spooked.
My skepticism was working overdrive.
I was ready to call it a night, but he wasn't finished telling me the rest.
He told me people at work had seen him make a "hissing" sound during the day for no reason,
and he had no recollection of making such a noise.
Just as he said that, and before I could reply, the radio antenna directly in front of the
front passenger seat -- right in front of me -- started thrashing around, as if someone
had grabbed it and was shaking it with all their strength.
The sound it made was making was quite loud.
I turned to look at Smith and his eyes were fixed wide on me, and then he opened his mouth
and made a very loud hissing sound.
I nearly jumped out of my skin, but I kept my composure and just sat there as calmly
as I could.
Within a few seconds (though it seemed like ages), the antenna's motion slowed and it
stopped moving altogether.
I struggled for words, and eventually said, "Whoa, that was weird."
Smith said, "Yes, it was."
I asked him why he'd hissed at me, and he said he didn't hiss.
I thanked him for talking to me, got out of the SUV and hurried back to the barracks.
As I was leaving, I glanced back one last time at the SUV.
There, in the back seat, directly behind Smith, was some...thing...
The next morning, Smith and his SUV were gone.
I never saw him again.
But a guard at the entrance gate, which Smith would have needed to pass through in order
to leave the base, claimed he got a look at the occupants of an SUV which matched Smith's
as the vehicle swept past him early in the morning.
He said Smith was not alone.
Altogether, he counted five figures in the SUV.
Although he confirmed that its pale driver was indeed Smith, he couldn't identify the
figure in the passenger seat or the three in the back.
Even though he got a good look at all four of the other passengers as the SUV passed,
under interrogation he could only remember three details about the figures surrounding
Smith: they hissed as they passed by, they all had too many teeth -- and they were all
licking their lips.