That was 33 years ago and I’ve not said a word since yet it still shadows me, waiting. I had been walking home from school when I heard a voice that seemed to come from nowhere. It was a deep, guttural voice that spoke in a language I had never heard before. I froze in fear, unable to move. The voice spoke again, this time in English. It said, “Do you have any last words before I kill you?” I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood there, unable to move or speak.
The voice spoke again, this time with a hint of malice. “You have one chance. Speak now or forever remain silent.” I still couldn’t bring myself to speak, and the voice seemed to take my silence as an answer. Suddenly, I felt a cold hand wrap around my throat and I was lifted off the ground. I could feel the cold breath of the demon on my face, and I knew that this was it. I closed my eyes and waited for the end.
But nothing happened. After what seemed like an eternity, the cold hand released me and I fell to the ground. I opened my eyes and I could see the demon slowly fading away. I was alive.
I got up and ran home, never looking back. I was too scared to tell anyone what had happened, and so I kept the incident a secret. I never spoke of it again, but I could still feel the presence of the demon following me wherever I went. I was constantly on my guard, always looking over my shoulder.
That was 33 years ago and I’ve not said a word since yet it still shadows me, waiting. I’m still waiting for the day when the demon will come back to finish what it started.