It all started one night when my friend and I went to meet up with two other friends. Once we were all together, we decided to play "hide and seek" around the entire town in our two separate cars. My friend and I were in her car, and the other two were in their car. After a while of playing the game, the others decided to hide in a driveway belonging to an abandoned house on property that used to be a mental hospital many years ago. My friend and I couldn't find their car for probably twenty minutes and finally, we asked where they were.
The others started flashing their headlights at us so we could see them. Then it was our turn to hide, so naturally, we started driving back into town. As soon as our car turned off of the property, the radio (that was off) had turned on. I turned it back off. Again, it turned on and I turned it off again. When I turned the radio off again, her headlights turned off completely. We pulled over into the nearest store, and I called the others to come back. A moment later, the other car passed in front of us in order to pull into the parking lot and just like they did to us to get our attention before, our car started flashing its lights on and off by itself. My friend and I got really scared, got in the other car and told them what happened. They didn't believe us and wanted to go back to that spot. We didn't really want to, but we did. As soon as we pulled into the exact spot they were hiding before, their car completely shut off and we couldn't get it started for almost ten minutes. When they got it started again, we went back to our car and drove home with the brake lights on.
The next night, the people in the other car wanted to go back, and for some reason we did. Nothing happened in the beginning for the most part, but we had remembered one of them talking the night before about a separate part of the mental hospital across the street that you couldn't see from the road, so naturally everyone wanted to go. I was the most excited. I was fascinated by hauntings and whatnot. We pull in to see this gigantic, boarded up building and I definitely did not feel like we should have been there.
Automatically, one of my friends got out of the car and tried to get into the building. He said that before he even put his hand on the doorknob, he heard someone knocking on the other side. We didn't really believe him, but at the same time my phone rang and I saw it was my father. I went to answer it, but as soon as I picked up I heard the connection cut out but it said he was still on the phone, so of course I said "hello?" over and over. After about 45 seconds, it hung up on its own (and I did have full service), so I called him back, even though it took a few tries to actually get through.
My dad picked up, "Hello?" as if he was confused why I was calling. So naturally I was like, "Hey, what's up?" and my dad goes, "Umm, nothing what do you want?". Then I was confused so I was like, "Nothing, you called?". Then my dad got quiet. He said "Didn't I just have a conversation with you?" I think I almost fainted. I told him no and that I couldn't hear anything and he told me the whole conversation that went on between the two of us apparently, saying how he wanted me home because it was going to start snowing and I was just like okay I love you bye.
I went home directly after that, absolutely terrified, with the friend I was driving with the night before. We went to take my dog out before we tried to sleep. He was usually super calm and ALWAYS slept in his cage at night. When we were outside he started running around CRAZY, and repeatedly ran at me full speed and whacked me with his face. My friend and I finally layed down (with the lights on) and he sat outside my door scratching at it until 10 in the morning.
After all this, I became beyond depressed. I hardly talked to anyone, and I withdrew from school that semester because I couldn't focus on anything. Everywhere I went, I was seeing spirits but I knew that they were good, which I found strange. I have seen spirits before this whole experience, but not this frequently (minimum twice a day). None of my other friends had experienced the depression or spirits so I knew all of this was only directed at me. I also had this really strong urge to go back to that place, but my friend wouldn't let me and I could only get in there with a truck. The depression and spirits lasted for probably four months.
The last time I ever saw anything, I was sitting in the parking lot at my firehouse at night with the friend I was with that night and another friend that knew about the experience. During a conversation, I looked up at the doors which were glass and saw the only black figure I have ever seen staring directly at me. It resembled a strong man, no features and it had super long arms that ended in claws instead of hands. I couldn't read its story like I can with all of the spirits I see.
Also, when I see spirits, they have a tint of color and glow a little, and this one did not. I froze and told my friend we had to leave right now. I knew it was evil and I knew it only wanted my attention. I haven't seen anything since that night.
This has been bothering me for a long time, because I want to know exactly what was going on and why it only bothered me. If anyone could help, it would be appreciated. Thanks