So, I'm a Christian. I go to a Christian School, a Catholic Church, Read the Bible regularly, pray, all that stuff, but I think I was once chased by a demon. I am also a man of Science and Reason, and I can find no logical explanation to what kept happening. I have never done a seance, seen a psychic, or screwed around with a Ouija board.

Please note, I do not have suicidal tendencies. Even various therapists and psychiatrists confirmed that I don't.

I was once home alone one day, listening to Vocaloid and playing Fallout 3. My dogs were in the Living Room, and my cats were asleep, so i know it wasn't them. I'm sitting down, blasting Super Mutants away to the sound of "Triple Baka" or whatever, and all of a sudden, my back begins to burn. I go to the bathroom to see what's up. When I look in the mirror, I notice the back of my shirt is stained. I touch it, and the burning sensation begins going again. When I take my shirt off, I have a large cut that was oozing blood running up and down my back. I freak out, and begin grabbing washcloths, trying to clean it out. I'll have no explanation for my bloody shirt, or all of these bloody washcloths when my parents get back. I wrap some gauze around myself, and hope for the best.

My parents get home an hour or two later, and I'm back to playing Fallout 3. They see the blood, and ask what happened. I proceed to take off my shirt to show them the wound, which by now, some more blood has come out, but it has stopped flowing. My parents freak out,and take me to the hospital. The doctors can't figure out what happened either, since I explained I was just sitting in my chair, which has nothing sharp. I'm put under observation for 24 hours, given some pain meds, and sent home.

Skip ahead two weeks later. I'm sitting with my girlfriend, my dad is in the Oculus Rift, my mom took the pets to the vet. We're watching Psych or something like that, My legs begin burning. I look down to see SCRATCHES BEING MADE on my leg. I quickly get up, and run to the bathroom, grab a washcloth, and begin cleaning the wounds. I stop cleaning the wounds which have stopped bleeding, and go back and sit at the TV. My girlfriend and I sat back down, and I pretended everything was ok.

Skip ahead another week. I woke up one night with the burning sensation on my hands. I looked at it, and the scratch was deeper.I covered it with my other hand, and ran to the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that I was bleeding from my eyes. I began to panic. My vision became blurred, and I collapsed.

I woke up several hours later in a hospital. The doctors said I had suffered Blunt Force Trauma from hitting my head on the sink, and that I had a concussion. I also required several stitches. I was out of the hospital in a matter of days.

I thought that was the end of it, but no. It wasn't. I was once again home alone . I was playing some game, I forget what. The lights were off, and the animals were in my parents' room. I went into the bathroom to splash water on my face, and that's when I saw the face. The face of the devil. I felt the burning sensation again, and it had reopened the wound on my back. I cried out "Who are you! Leave me Alone!" and flipped on the lightswitch.

I haven't felt the pain since then....