The White Suit

A few friends and I had decided to partake in some paranormal mischief on Halloween of 2005. It was all okay until supposedly one of the girls who was with us ended up "possessed" by a demon. We didn't know it until later the next week. She kept having fits and headaches and saying that there were demons out to get us.

A couple days after that, my mom was dropping me off at school and as we pulled up I saw a man in a nice white suit wearing a white fedora standing outside my school. His back was to me at first, but as my mom stopped the car he turned around. His face looked like it was made of cracked porcelain and his eyes were white except for the pitch black dot of the pupil in the middle. He gave off the most horrible vibes ever. He pointed at me, tipped his hat and grinned to reveal a nice set of fangs. He said, "You." Then he disappeared.

I kept my mouth shut on the issue for a couple days. Then a friend and I were ditching class and walking around campus when my friend muttered, "Damn, they just won't leave me alone." I asked him who and he said that two men with cracked faces in white suits were following him. He told me to look out on to the baseball field and sure enough I saw the same man in the white suit I had earlier in the week staring back at me.

I ignored the man in the white suit, but I soon learned that I shouldn't have ever ignored him. One night around three in the morning, I had gotten up to use the restroom and was going back to bed when my closet door opened and the man in the white suit came out with a scruffier looking man. They pulled me from my bed and began to do something to me. I fell into a sort of limbo state, where I couldn't speak or see, but I could hear and feel. The scruffy man said that he wasn't sure if I would survive this. My chest felt like it was on fire and I felt someone reaching around inside me. Then it stopped and they both disappeared. When I fully came to, I was laying on the floor across my room and my chest was bright red and I had scratches on my chests and shoulders. My closet door was also open and I never leave it open because an open closet at night terrifies me. The same thing happened a few weeks later to my friend who saw the men in the white suits.

To this day, I'm not sure what they did. I do know that I'm a lot more in touch with the supernatural than I was before. I wish I could remember his name and I wish I knew what they did. But I guess I'll just have to wait and see.