This story happens exactly one week after my first story which I posted this morning. It may be connected because it contains a similar creature as the second creature that I encountered in Dad's house on the day that I left. But as I reported in the previous story, it was difficult to identify more than the outline of the second creature at Dads house. Go find that story if you want more on that. This creature however, had a very different demeanor then that one.
After I left my father's house, I went on a vacation to Tennessee. At this point, I was in Memphis, in a hotel room on a high floor where my shepherd (who was with me) was taking a keen interest on the activities outside the window. Not on the ground below the window that is, she was looking *straight out*. I had my curtains open because the lights were fluorescent and I'm a migraineur and was opting not to have crushing head pain that night. The front desk would not initially provide me additional towels to cover the shades at check in, leaving the sodium halide or whatever-they-are road lights as my room lighting. I feel like I need to explain this because who leaves their curtains open, right? Anyway, after initially thinking that the dog was looking at traffic, it occurred to me that she's much smarter than that. I started to feel uneasy, closed the curtains, noticed the dog looking around the edges, called her away and phoned the front desk to ask again for some extra towels for the lamps. The dog and I settled in for some tv and then bed.
The creature showed up in the middle of the room the next day, a Sunday at 4:30am. I was woken but groggy when my dog jumped off the bed and walked ¾ of the way around it, sniffing it. It raised its muscular hand, turned outward and hooked it in the air above my big shepherd. This seemed to make my shepherd lay down on her belly right there next to the beast. As I woke, and before it noticed me, I was lying on my side facing the center of the room where it stood. At first, I thought I had an intruder and then it occurred to me that the door was deadbolted. After that thought, it became invisible, surprising me, and then visible again in exactly the same spot, (ostensibly?) a little angry that I had witnessed all of this.
This creature looked like a short burly man with a long torso and short dark, possibly furry legs. I did not get a good look at the legs. He was very muscular, about 4'-6" tall but you could have put his torso on a 6' man and it would have been proportional. He had dark, curly hair and a dark, curly, medium length beard shaped to a point. He also had what looked like something poking out above his head toward his face, either ears or small horns. This is the best I could make out since the room at this time was just lit from a light from the bathroom, so he was strictly backlit and lit with reflected light to my eye. By any measure, I'd say it looked like a satyr but until this day thought these to be strictly members of the fantasy realm.
So what is a demon to do when it's mad? If there are demon phones, the word is out that chucking a fit doesn't get much traction with me in the moment (reference first post). So this one... Tries to kill me? While one hand was over my dog (and she wasn't moving) he pointed two fingers at me and suddenly my heart started racing like I was finishing out a stress test. Part of me was afraid and part of me was impressed that he could throw energy around like that while having some confidence that I'm a poor candidate for this particular attack. I thought to myself "he's not going to have any luck with this." And then I rolled flat on my back, crossed my arms over my chest and started softly singing hymns because I didn't want him reading any other thoughts. This went on for at least five minutes- what seemed forever and then he just gave up and left. I haven't seen that guy since. Anyone know who he was or why he stalked my room? What is the best tactic to take when dealing with hostiles? I feel like I was lucky in this case but now I've met (at least) two hostile demons and am concerned the next one could be worse.
I've been to the doctor since and my heart rate and pulse are still very slow.