This is the story of a series of paranormal experiences that my friend and I shared, everything started in late March of 2014. I'm going to premise this by saying usually these stories happen over a moderate/long period of time, slowly building up to a crescendo. This is not one of those cases. While it did start small, it escalated quite rapidly.
I was at my good friend Keith's house (he lives in a fairly new house in a suburban neighborhood). I was taking care of him, as he was recovering from a recent surgery (I can go into detail on the reason for the surgery or any complications if need be). Him and I were relaxing in the living room, watching television, and we heard a series of knocks, which were loud enough to catch our attention quite easily. I thought maybe someone was at the door; however when I checked, there was no one to be found. I thought it was odd but shrugged it off, tried to explain it away, kids playing a prank maybe.
The next morning him and I were awoken around 5:00 am by an extremely loud bang, which startled and confused both of us. We tried to find the source of it, searched the house and found that one of the shelves in the garage had given way. What was strange was that the shelf had previously been securely fastened to the wall, and looked like it had been ripped out. The shelf lay a couple feet away from the wall and the contents scattered around the garage. Keith and I were shaken at this point, trying to figure out what cause the shelf to come off the wall, but I set to securing it back in place, and repairing the damage to the wall. (I'm pretty handy guy so it didn't take long.) After I finished I decided we should get out of the house for a little while and went to get a bite to eat.
We returned feeling a little more at ease, maybe the wood was weak where the shelf had been attached, maybe something fell from higher up and broke the shelf. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. A while after we returned I set into accomplishing tasks, feeding the dog, doing dishes, helping Keith change bandages, taking out the garbage and recycling, I was trying to stay busy so I didn't have to think about what had happened. Soon after I finished, we called it a night and went to sleep.
Nothing notable happened for the next few days; however, on the second to last day, I was playing video games in Keith's room and saw figure walk through the door, and walk behind me. I thought it was Keith so I turned around to talk to him, but there was no one in the room other than me. And once I turned back around thinking I was just seeing things, the figure walked out of the room.
Soon after my friend called out frantically to me, I came running in asking what was wrong, he said he had been scratched, I asked "By what, the dog?" but he said no, he didn't know what scratched him. He was visibly shaking, and showed me his arm, and on it were three scratch marks that were just starting to welt up and drip blood. I'll be frank with you, at this point I freaked out, and grabbed him, got in my car and started driving. I rounded the corner at the end of his street and there was someone in the road, I swerved to miss it and ended up crashing into a pole, and when I looked back, there was no one in sight.
In the accident I received a mild concussion and my friend got whiplash and tore his stitches open. I don't know what kind of creature was behind the events of that week and a half, but I haven't been back to that house since and my friend has done everything he can to forget the incidents of that week and a half.
I wanted to share my story with all of you, maybe get some input from people who are well versed in the paranormal.