I was staying at a friends house one night over the summer. We had been joking around for weeks about summoning a demon. This night, one friend brought the required items to perform a summoning.
There were four of us. Each of us had our reasons for wanting to summon a demon. "Harry" was sceptical of the existence of demons. "Chris" was a Christian who wanted to reassure his faith. I had recently lost my faith and was sceptical. "Will" was just there for the ride.
What I'm about to tell you is entirely true. I have not embellished anything or added any details. I'm sharing this story with you because I believe my experience is a lot scarier and more "concrete" than what I've read. I also wish to warn others who desire to summon a demon.
It was 2 or 3 in the morning. I had drawn the sigil of the demon we wanted to summon. A sigil is a picture correlating to a certain demon. The demon we intended to summon was a friendly demon who watched over thunderstorms. After placing the sigil on the empty floor of my friend's garage, we sat in a circle around it and lit a black candle and a stick of incense. At this point, Harry was directly in front of me, and my other two friends sat to my left. We recited a prayer which was supposed to bring the demon forth. Unfortunately, we had no idea what we were doing. To this day, one year later, I believe we did not summon the friendly demon we intended to. We were tricked, or deceived by an evil entity that feeds on fear. Initially our experience felt very calm and inviting. The smoke from the incense caressed our faces and we felt very welcomed. We began asking questions and commenting to each other. All was going fine until a single defining moment when I noticed Chris, sitting to my left. He was closing his eyes and rocking back and forth slowly. He looked nauseous. I grew worried. Our cheerfulness was interrupted as Chris passed out. He just fell limp on the floor. Harry and I looked at each other. Insulted, Harry challenged the demon. We were quiet for a couple minutes as Chris woke up. He acted as though nothing happened, and insists still that he does not remember passing out.
We continued trying to converse with the demon when I felt myself losing consciousness. I felt myself slipping away and giving myself to a very angry power. I remember thinking that I should just yell at my friends to stop but I just kept moving further and further away from reality. My muscles began to shake and I was staring at Harry in the eyes when suddenly my distance from reality vanished. I screamed in an odd, high pitched yet growly sort of way and lunged at Harry's neck. Luckily Harry backed away. I fell and broke the incense burner and lay on the garage floor crying for a minute or two. We then ceased communication and fled the room and ran outside. It seemed like a dream. For some reason, it all felt mischievous and carnival-like. We didn't speak. We were scared out of our minds. Harry then brought to our attention that we had not dismissed the demon. The candle was still lit. It took all the courage we had to walk back into that house, and even more to enter that garage. What we saw when we turned on that garage light I will never be able to forget. In the corner of the garage, we all saw the body of a pale man wearing a bloody goat's head. Behind him we did not see the garage wall, but instead a red mountain of gore. We blew out the candle and it vanished. What we saw could not be described, but we confirmed later with each other that we had seen the same thing.
For the rest of that night until morning I felt like I was hallucinating. I saw the shadows of dead people and animals wondering around. Everything seemed less vivid.
The next week I moved into a dorm room with Harry. Luckily, nothing has happened to us since. We still don't talk about it and we don't tell anyone what happened. I know I will never tamper with these rituals again. And like you, I had heard people say that a thousand times but I never knew what it meant to be so horrified by something like that. I just wanted to share with you what happened to us.