This took place in the mid 80’s in Houston, Dallas. My wife and I had separated and I was living by myself in a house we had bought together as a vacation place. I lived close to my parents’ home. The bedroom was at the back of the building with a hallway that led to the back door. It was about 1am in the morning. I’d just gotten back from a late shift and I was tired. I laid down on my bed and I was almost asleep when I heard the backdoor knob jiggling. I knew the door was locked, but I was a little unnerved.
I closed my eyes for a few seconds thinking that it would go away. But I have a bad habit of having to check things out. Once I’m stirred—I’m up. I got up, went to look at the door and found it wide open. Not only that but a man was standing there. I could see him from the waist up. I wouldn’t call it a man. It had a grey-white skin, pointed ears, black eyes and was dressed in black. I literally wanted to scream—but couldn’t. This thing looked up at me, cocked its head sideways and smiled. I was terrified.
I closed my eyes and screamed. I literally felt the scream pouring out of my body, but I couldn’t hear it. I opened my eyes and saw the door was closed. I walked over and found it was unlocked. I opened it, looked outside and could see nothing. I packed up my stuff and went over to my parents’ house. I couldn’t even think straight.
A few questions come to mind. Why could I only see half of him? Why did he leave? What was it in the first place? I don’t think it was a UFO. I think it was a demon. I never saw it again—but I can never forget the way it looked at me.
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