I've been reading stories on here since I was around 12 and have finally decided to post a few of my own.
I guess I should start with some introductions: You can call me Ally, although that's not my real name. I'm an Empath, and I've had a lot of supernatural experiences, some of which I don't understand (as is the case with the one I'm about to share). I thought I should start with this one because A) I'm still confused, and B) It's the least personal.
So this all started around 2013. At first I wasn't concerned because I'm very used to seeing shadow people, and that's all it looked like. Every night, as soon as I got in bed, it was there, standing in my doorway, watching me. It stood around six feet tall, and was darker than the darkness itself, if that makes sense. He didn't have a face, at least as far as I could tell, but somehow his expression felt angry. He didn't move much, except for occasionally stepping forward or back, and I may have been imagining things, but it looked like he was breathing. It made me uncomfortable, so I tried closing the door (even though it gets extremely hot in my room with the door closed) but when I turned around he had moved across the room to stand in the corner by my closet, so I gave up and let him be.
This went on for about a year when I noticed things starting to change. For one thing, he moved more. A lot more. He would stand at his usual post for awhile and then he would walk closer, until he was at the foot of my bed. Sometimes he would even put his hands on my bed, which needless to say nearly made me jump out of bed. I would roll over to avoid looking at him and he would immediately run across the room and stand by the closet. Another thing that changed was this intense feeling of dread. It felt as if I was a mouse and he was a cat playing with his food. I couldn't sleep. It got to the point where I was paranoid during the day, whether that was caused by him or the lack of sleep, I'm not sure.
It was driving me crazy and I wanted to know why. So I called my best friend over for a sleepover (let's call her Anne) and made a ouija board (yes, I know, I would be the first person to die in a horror movie). We decided to use her necklace as a planchette (Note: this necklace was heavy and flat so there's no way for it to roll or lift up on its own), and we both held on to the end of the chain, leaving enough slack so as to not accidentally move it ourselves. 10 maybe 15 minutes of asking questions and nothing happened. I began to think maybe I was just being stupid and it really was just another shadow person. We gave up after another 5 minutes and let go of the chain. Not a minute after it began to fall off the stool we had placed the board on, but instead of hitting the ground, it slid itself back onto the board and started to spin. After what felt like hours (probably just a minute) of stunned silence I couldn't think of anything to say but a joking "Probably just the wind haha...".
Anne wouldn't pick it up again after that but I was determined to get an explanation from this thing if it killed me. It refused to speak coherently with the ouija board (or maybe it couldn't?), only saying a few random words including "hex", "stew", and "toenail". Trying to think of ways those words could be put together in a sentence may just be more disturbing than the actual experience. But anyway, since I couldn't get it to work with the ouija board, even when I put my hand on the pendant instead of the chain, I decided to try something like automatic writing instead. I turned off auto correct and put the board over the keyboard of my computer, making 1 yes and = no. Then I closed my eyes, tied the chain around my hands without the pendant, and asked what he wanted. Whichever way I felt the end of the chain swing, I followed and typed a letter. Anne was watching curiously from the other side of the room but not daring to come closer. When I opened my eyes however, she asked what had been typed and I told her it would be better if she read it herself. Mostly because I didn't want to read it out loud. It flirted with her, calling her words I'd rather not repeat on this site. It used her name. Angry, I asked it what it wanted from me. It responded by cussing me out and telling me to give the board to Anne. I compromised by asking her to read while I typed. I again closed my eyes and started typing but promptly opened them when I heard my friend gasp. I read what was said and my mouth fell open. He had threatened to decapitate her crush (by name) with a rusty fork. We had not talked about him once since she had been over nor had his name ever been typed on that computer.
Now thoroughly disturbed I decided to ask one more question before saying goodbye: What is your name? He answered immediately "Griffin Goodbadive". This answer was dripping with so much sarcasm I could feel it. Griffin was the name of an imaginary foe I had made up when I was little. He was a cartoonish, one foot tall hunter that I would pretend had captured my stuffed animals and have my other toys "rescue". But I decided not to push any further and said goodbye.
Strange things happened for the next couple days, but he no longer stood by my bed at night.
Anne said she saw a skull in the mirror that night when we went to bed. I looked and I did see a faint glowing spot but not the skull.
The next day after she left a (different) necklace flew off my dresser and nearly hit me in the head. My closet door slammed on my leg. I finally learned a few cleansing rituals and used them. I even did an exorcism for good measure.
Haven't really had any problems with him since but the question still stands: Who or what was he? Was he a demon? Poltergeist? My house is new but it is on top of an abandoned coal mine. Please tell me what you think.