The events from this story took place while I was in the latter half of 3rd grade; I was 9 years old at the time. I had a friend (who I will call John for the sake of this story) who I hung out with every day at school during lunch and recess, as well as after school a couple times per week. We became close enough friends between sometime in 2nd grade and 3rd grade that I would sleep over at his house and vice versa.
The story begins sometime during that Spring when John starting asking to look up strange words in the dictionary (words such as powerful, bothers, devil, etc.). At first I didn't think too much of it, but I was intrigued as to why he would want to look up words for no reason. His response was that these words had been appearing and disappearing in a book that he checked out from the Elementary School Library. So, being young, and... Well, a third grader, I halfway believe him, and I halfway didn't think much of it other than it seemed mysterious and I loved mysterious things (and still do).
I dug a little deeper and found out that the phrase "P.D. Bothers" and the words "The Powerful Devil Bothers" were in this book; I asked to see the words, and John had no objections. Sure enough, in several different places, the words were just as he described. What was strange about the writing was the ornate (if you want to call it that) italicized style to the hand-writing. It was certainly not John's hand writing, nor was it mine, nor was it writing that a 3rd grader could emulate.
So the week goes by and, at some point fairly close to when I first viewed the writing (within a few days to a week), John tells me that the writing had been disappearing from this book; I thought he was making this up. However, I decided to test this just to be sure. I remember where I was sitting in class (it was story time). I can remember I was in between a row of the old style desks (the ones where the desk had room underneath in a cubby for books, and the desk and chair are attached). I had the book in front of me and turned to one of the pages that had the writing on it (I cannot remember which phrase it was). I set the book on top of the desk to my left, memorized what page the writing was on, and counted to 20 and just stared at it. When I got to 20, I opened up the book... The writing, and all traces of it, had completely vanished! It was at this point that I stared to believe John and everything he said regarding the hand writing.
His story goes a lot deeper. He begins to slowly divulge to me that he sees "beings" I guess you could call them. Now, before the whole disappearing handwriting thing, I wouldn't have believed him. However, after witnessing that, I leaned towards believing his words. He began telling me about two different "beings/entities" he would see; he would see them on a daily basis. One was a glowing ball of light with a man's face on one side and a woman's face on the other side. The other was a huge, red demon that was approximately 7' tall with horns. Again, I would have thought he was crazy, but the handwriting thing proved at least something was going on.
The only other proof that I saw was something that John brought to school a couple weeks later. Turns out the book from the library with all the writing was about the Loch Ness Monster. Well, John came to school one day with a piece of paper that looked very aged, withered and worn. He showed me the paper and it was picture of the Loch Ness Monster... A picture that seemed to be very familiar. Turns out that picture was identical to one from the book (not traced). It was VERY well drawn; something neither of us could do. On the bottom of the page were the words "The Powerful Devil Bothers You." John said he found outside his house, by the bus stop, while waiting for his bus that morning.
I must say that both me and my brother felt an uneasiness while in his home, that something was off. I don't know if it was him, his family, the land, the home, or what, but something felt wrong while we were there. I lost contact with John after high school, and we rarely hung out in middle school. However, he still told me that he routinely saw demons/entities in middle school (it was a short, grey demon, if I remember correctly, that he was seeing in middle school). He grew sore and closed every time I would bring the subject up, and it seemed like the years of having these experiences wore on him; he was genuinely frightened when he would see these beings. He would say something like, "it's right there by that tree just staring at us." Of course, I'd look and see nothing.
Aside from this instance, I've never had paranormal experiences of my own where I actually saw something (with the exception of a door closing on its own right in front of me, in my old home).
Thanks for reading,