This encounter takes place back in 1993. I used to be a hairdresser and would do my friend's hair at their houses in my spare time. This particular friend of mine (Eddy) had parents that I befriended and we got along like peaches and cream. Well as our friendship became stronger I would go over and do their hair without him being at home. We had what you would call a "Bartering System." I would do their hair and they would pay for their services by getting food from the local taco truck. Everything was routine as usual. My friend's parents called me to come over and do their hair that night, which I had agreed to do. Me and my girlfriend Jennifer packed up my hair cutting tools and went over to Eddy's house; the time was around 10:30 p.m. This time it was the wife that wanted her hair cut, so the husband, his daughter (nicknamed "Chata") and my girlfriend all left to go to the taco truck. It was just the mother, (Mercedes) and I left alone at the house. She asked me if I was ready to cut her hair. I told her that the house was too dark to see what I was doing and that I needed some more light. She told me no problem and that there was a light in Eddy's room. For some strange reason that house was always dark and very light inadequate.
I followed Mercedes down the hallway to the bedroom and I told her to go in first because I didn't know where the light was, which she did. She told me that I had to come in the room and grab the other side of the light because it was a large fluorescent light that you usually find in industrial places. I grabbed the light and she told me to start backing out of the room. When I did I asked her if she would like me to turn toward the kitchen or toward the adjacent bedrooms further down the hall. She said that it did not matter. I turned toward the rooms at the end of the hallway, which meant I was facing the direction of where the kitchen was. Before Mercedes could get all the way out of the room with the other end of the light that she was carrying... I saw a very, very dark figure with a thin build about 5'-6" in height and wavy jet black hair (about 5 inches in length) running full sprint from her living room across the hallway and into the breakfast nook. All of my hair stood on end and I yelled to Mercedes that someone was in her house, so we set the light on the floor and I ran down the hallway into the kitchen that led to the breakfast nook trying to meet whatever or whoever it was. The only way this person or entity could have gotten out of the house would be through the garage.
I went to open the door that led to the garage and it was locked! I turned the latch and stepped out into the garage and no one was there. The garage door was down and the side door that leads out of the garage was closed and locked. This is when I really got freaked out because I now knew it wasn't a human; it was a ghost or a demon. The reason why I don't know what it was is because it was supernatural, but it was very dark in nature, which takes on the commonalities of a demonic spirit.
I was always told that house was haunted by the parents, but I never believed them because they joked around so much (especially the husband). I am a firm believer in ghosts, spirits and demons because I saw what I saw with my own eyes. The year is now 2010 and I still think about that night from time to time. I will never forget what I saw, but the question is, "what was it, a Ghost or Demon?
The family has since moved away about the year 1997.