I never believed in fairy tales, always treated everything extraordinary with mockery and grins, but what happened to me made me forever change my views on my life.
Despite the fact that I was sixteen years old, I was very naive. As soon as some person convincingly told me some horror and I was serious about it. It was all this that led me to that awful evening.
My good friend invited me to her house in the evening, said that we will have a good time. I was already in my teens and of course my thoughts were not very bright and I was planning a hot night. When I came, she asked me to watch some horror movie with her. I, of course, agreed, because if she gets scared, she probably won't want to be alone for the night, and that day her parents were not at home. After watching the film about ghosts to the end, she started asking me questions about my courage. My stupidity at the time made me look like a complete brave man, after which she asked me to perform a certain ritual. I did not believe in mysticism, but she always knew how to persuade me. As a result, we were already sitting in a pentagram drawn on the floor and muttering some calls. Of course nothing happened, and after thirty minutes of unsuccessful efforts to connect with the intangible world, we decided to go to bed.
At night, when we slept in the same bed, I heard a knock in the kitchen. Then again and again. This made me go there and see what was going on. When I quietly looked in there, something small was sitting on the floor. It was too large for any animal and too small for a human. My first thought was to turn on the light. I rushed there, but it seemed to read my mind and rushed at me. It knocked me off my feet and was much heavier than it looked. With its sharp claws, this creature dug into my hands, and rested its feet in my stomach. I was numb with fear and could not do anything with myself. This creature smelled disgustingly and he whispered something, as if it was the language of a man mixed with an animal.
Two seconds later, the lights came on in the kitchen, and my friend was standing in the aisle. She looked at me with frightened eyes and only after a while I realized why: the T-shirt on my stomach was burnt out and there were some strange burns, my hands were torn with deep scratches and there was a shallow cut on my face from ear to ear.
I will remember this session forever and that being will be my proof of the existence of the devil. And I say this, the priest - Father Alexander.