The weirdest thing happened when I was helping my friend move some furniture out if his grandmothers place. We get to the last thing and it is this old wardrobe chest stuck up in the attic. After wrestling it into the back of my friends truck we start to drive the 10 or so miles back to the interstate. His truck starts stuttering and shite, making noise ( I'm not a mechanic so I don't know what was wrong) but he was all pissed cause it was new and all.

Anyway as he is looking down and messing with it, I guess we hit the ditch or something because I bounce up and nail my head and the wardrobe flies out of the bed of the truck. My friend slams on the brakes and backed up. The thing fell a little ways down the ditch and one of the doors popped open in the fall. I grab a rope and follow my buddy down.

When he leans down to close the door something popped up and grabbed him by the throat. It had the general shape of a human with stringy hair although it's "skin" was gnarled. It certainly didn't appear to be human, at least not anymore. It then turned and leered at me with these lidless eyes and a cold stare. You could really feel the hatred.

I saw it squeeze it's hand and my friends eyes bulged as he gasped for one last breath of air before it ripped my friend into the wardrobe and disappeared. I'd like to say that I went over and tried to help my friend, but I turned and ran to the truck and got out of there. I still don't know what happened, but I see those eyes every time I close mine.

This post was edited on 9/1/14 at 8:38 am