An investigator found a diary hidden in a drawer and read it.

There were times when I felt observed, but no matter how much I looked for, I couldn't find the owner of those eyes. At I least I couldn't, until I found it... I hope I didn't.

It was a common night. I was going to sleep. When I heard some noises outside. "It must be the wind," I said to myself, but I took the gun in the drawer to be prepared. The gun was always loaded and ready to fire. I wasn’t going to let my safety in the hands of fate.

I waited looking at the door. Surrounded by darkness. The noises had long since stopped, but I remained there. "See? It must have been the wind or a cat."

"Aaahh" Someone screamed upstairs.

"Upstairs?" No one passed the entrance, so how could they get upstairs without me hearing anything? I walked upstairs while paying attention to not make any noise. I moved at a much slower pace than usual. As I was walking, I noticed that it wasn't a person screaming, but two. They kept screaming all the way. The sound came from the bathroom. I was going to open the door, but I stopped. I was hesitant. "Should I open it?" The screams stopped. I looked at the door for a minute, with my gun pointing at it. Nothing happened. I gathered my strength and opened the door.

An odor like that of a slaughterhouse invaded me. This is disgusting. I turned the light on. The switch was warm and wet. "Aah." I jumped backward. There were two faces on the wall. They were drawn with blood. Even more blood dripped from the walls forming a puddle. I put down my gun; there was nothing to fire at.

"What could have killed them like that?" The weird feeling of being observed happened again. I looked behind me, but there was nothing there.

I went back to bed. I couldn't sleep that night. I didn't dare to. I spent the rest of the night pointing at the door with my gun. Nothing happened. Not even the stray dogs who usually bark at night barked that day. Pure silence. That silence wasn't calming, on the contrary. Whatever was behind the door would enter as soon as I dropped my guard. I couldn't relax for a minute.

Not sure if the thing left or if it was because of me guarding the door all night, but nothing happened that day. "I won't be able to sleep in this home any longer." I called work to tell them I was sick, then I took some clothes and went to my parents' house.

"What happened?" They asked.

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you, so I prefer not to." I didn't want them to think I'm crazy, so I didn't tell them. "Can I sleep here a few days?"

"Yes, son. Sure."

I went to my old room. It had a bit of dust, but I felt safe here. I left my things and went to sleep. It was normal day, but another terrible night. I woke up to the feeling of something touching me. I didn't know what it was. I couldn't move or open my eyes. I just stood there, feeling it.

After some minutes, I could move again. There was nothing there, but I still had the feeling of being observed. I looked at the clock; it said 3:15.

I went to the bathroom. When I looked myself in the mirror, I shivered. My body paralyzed. There were eight scratches across my face. I touched them. They didn't hurt in the slightest as if they weren't actually there, but I could see them on me. They were real.

"I need some beer." I went to the kitchen. When I turned on the lights, I saw it in front of me. Almost twice as tall as me. There were four yellow slits looking at me. The thing didn't have legs. Instead, it had some black bulky mass with red veins. Its body was black and somewhat translucent. Eight long slim fingers approached to my face. It moved slowly, without any hurry. I took the closest thing I found, and threw it to it. It was some salt. I ran back to my room. The demon moved its head from side to side and ran after me. It didn't have a mouth to scream, but I knew it wanted to scream.

I closed the door of my room and blocked it with my bed. The demon scratched it, but it couldn't enter. My gun, my gun. I took out my gun, but I was afraid of shooting. What if... My parents come to see what happened, and get attacked? In the end, I couldn't fire, not unless the thing passed the door, but it never crossed it. I waited the whole night once again, and nothing happened.

"Son, lunch is ready." My mother opened the door. "Why did you scratch the door at night?"

"You won't believe this, but... There is a demon. It followed my back from my home. I don't know what to do about it. It had long claw-like fingers and four yellow slits for eyes."

"Eh... Are you doing drugs?"

"No, I'm not. Look at my face. It scratched me too."

"You don't have anything."

When I looked at the mirror again, the scratches had disappeared.

"I believe you," grandpa said from behind my mother. "Those things existed back in my days as well. I punched one or two too. I have a friend. He knows a lot about those fuckers. Come with me."

We went to his friend's home. A cute girl opened the door.

"Uh? Are you looking for grandpa? He died two years ago."

"It always happens. When you're my age, all the people you know are either in the cemetery or in the hospital."

"What do you need?" An overweight middle-aged man walked toward us. He wore a blue shirt and a hat.

"We were looking for Paul to help us with some good ol' demons, but he's dead."

"Oh, grandpa. I know everything he knew. So I can help you."

I described what happened last night to him.

"Don't call them demons. They prefer to be called extradimensional beings. And they're pretty common."

"How can I kill it?"

"Kill it? Why would you want to kill it? They are harmless."

"Harmless? It's always staring at me and it attacked me yesterday."

"Extradimensional beings don't normally kill people. If they did, we would all be dead already. You threw salt to him. You will get pissed as well if I suddenly throw salt at you."

"Can you help me get rid of it or not?"

"Well, yes. I can. You cannot kill it, but you can banish it. I can do it for some cash."

"Sure..." I paid him. He went to my house and drew a strange formation on the floor.

"When the extradimensional being steps on it, you have to shout 'Begone!' and it will leave. Okay?"

"It's that simple?"

"Yes, but it won't work unless you say it with force and it's standing on the formation. Remember to do it properly. Okay?"

For the next two days, nothing happened. I didn't feel observed or anything. Then, it happened. I felt it, something was looking at me.

"At last." I took out my gun and walked to the formation. "Come at me. I know you are there."

It didn't respond, but the feeling didn't disappear. I shot where the thing was at, even if I couldn't see it. I stepped back. The thing appeared once more. It was furious. It dashed toward me.

"Begone." I shouted, but nothing happened. The demon took me by the neck and raised me. "Begone." It strangled me, with its other hand it slashed at me. "Begone!" The floor shone. This time, it worked. The thing became ashes as it disappeared in front of my eyes.

I fell to the floor. I couldn't get up. I heard some noises coming toward me.

"What are you doing there?" There was a multitude of people. All of them with guns pointing at me.

"Eh?"

They kicked me in the face and took my gun. Then, they punched me until I lost consciousness. When I woke up I was on my bed.

"So, you killed our people, uh?"

"I didn't kill anyone."

"Tony and Robert came the other day here. They were just looking to take a few things you don't need. But there was a problem. They never came back. Do you understand me? We came here to see what happened, but you weren't here. What was here, though, was their blood. On a bathroom. Both of them died here, and you are saying you don't know anything?"

"It was a demon. It killed them."

"Pfff Do you take me for an idiot?" He punched me on the stomach. "Do you understand what you did there? You killed innocent people. People that didn't need to die. Tony may had a passion for little girls, but he was a good man. And Robert was in jail three times, but that doesn't mean he deserves to die. We're gonna make you and your family suffer the same fate they suffered."

They tied me up on the bed and left, but I could escape. One of them is still guarding the house, but he can't see me. I'm going to die, that's for sure. I'm writing this in hopes they don't find it. I hope whoever reads it can tell the world the truth. About the demons and about what happened to me today.

The investigator read the diary and threw it in the furnace. He looked at the police officers. "The man was crazy and killed all his family before killing himself."