One day at school a couple of years ago, my friend and I decided that we wanted to stay after school and play a game of basketball in the gymnasium. We knew it would become boring very quickly with only two people, so we invited several other guys to join us. They were all going out to eat after school, but they said that they would come back to the gym afterwards.
School ended at 3:00, and my friend, my girlfriend, and I went into the gym to shoot around and simply hang out until the other guys showed up. As it turned out, the others never even arrived. Although we were angry, we still had a fairly enjoyable time amongst the three of us.
At about 5:00, we decided to head home. My friend had already gone as my girlfriend and I were walking down the steps of the school towards my car. Everything seemed to be normal at the time, as we were laughing and joking around with one another. We both entered my car and I asked her if she wanted to go to her house, my house, or just go out and do something else. She requested to go to her house, but from that point on, I wasn't exactly there anymore.
Now, some of this is what she told me happened, and partially what I remember.
After entering my car, I started to drive out of the school parking lot, down the hill, and into the small town in which our school was located. (The town she lived in is roughly 15 miles from where the school is located.) I don't recall anything until we were about halfway to our destination.
My girlfriend said that she was talking to me and asking questions, but I wasn't responding. She also said that I didn't seem to be breathing, and that I was clinching the steering wheel very tight. Another thing that I apparently did was viciously pound the dashboard with my hand, because there was a largely damaged area on it afterwards, and my hand was bruised on the side.
At this point, I can vaguely remember someone yelling my name, but it seemed to be very distant and far away. This went on until we reached the town in between her town and the school's location.
The town we were now in had an elementary school that sits atop a hill adjacent to the town church. I then drove my car into the playground area of the school made a large circular turn, and parked the car facing the exit of the playground.
At this instant, I finally started to come to, as the faint screams and cries became louder and louder. I woke from my haze to hear my girlfriend screaming my name. And I, who did not have the slightest notion of what had happened, answered, "What?"
Now, she started to scream even louder at me, because I believe that she thought I was just messing with her the whole time, but in fact, I was totally clueless to what had occurred.
Anyway, I began asking her questions about what had happened, and why she was so flustered. She was so shook up and still crying, as she told me all of these horrifying things. Queue the weird voices inside my head. At least I thought that they were in my head.
As she was still explaining, I looked out of my windshield to see the giant walnut tree that stands in front of the playground. Only on this day, a black hooded figure stood on top of the highest branch. It had on a long, black cloak with a hood, and it was posing exactly the way that Jesus is portrayed on the cross, with his head limp to the side, looking towards the ground.
The voices started to get louder in my head; several voices all talking simultaneously at the same time, none of which were in English. The voices were becoming unbearable, as I stared in disbelief at the black hooded figure in the tree. Still staring, I leaned over to my girlfriend and pointed at the figure and asked, "Do you see that?" Of course, she did not, and by this point probably thought I was crazy.
Suddenly, all of the voices stopped. The hooded figure raised its head, revealing glowing red eyes, staring right at me. In shock and completely terrified, I stared on.
Then, only one voice did I hear in my head, and it can from the figure. Six words, though not in English were spoken by the figure, followed by an eerie silence. And then, though the figure had no visible mouth, it began laughing a horrible, wretched laugh. At that moment, I broke free of the trance and turned the car on. I slammed the gears into drive and sped off as fast as I could towards my girlfriend's house.
That was the last time I ever encountered something unworldly. To this day, my girlfriend and I do not speak of this, and haven't spoken of it since that day. Hopefully you guys can make some sense of this, because I think about it almost everyday and I still cannot come up with anything concrete about what had actually happened. My theory is that in my car driving, I had been possessed, and the demon didn't show itself until we reached the elementary school.
If anyone has any comments, please feel free to. I'd really like a second opinion.