I had just said goodbye to my last guest. I had a bunch of friends over for a little party in my basement. I went upstairs to my bedroom. I undressed and laid down on my bed. I wasn't tired yet, so I reached over to my stereo that was situated on the shelf beside my bed. I turned my head to the right, facing the stereo. It was an old one, the whole face lit up on it.

I reached my hand out to tune in a station when I felt the pressure on my chest. The pressure was immediate, though not like someone droping something on my chest, but it was fast and heavy, maybe 75 -100 lbs. It pushed the air out of my chest, it didn't slam it.

I turned my head back quickly. I was looking into a toothy set of jaws. I heard a hiss. The creature backed off of me. It looked something like a large, black, muscular dog with bat- like wings.

The whole encounter took about 5 seconds.

Half not believing my eyes, but knowing that SOMETHING happend. I loaded my revolver and searched the house. I found nothing.

That's not where my story get's the weirdest.

A few days later, I relyed the story to a friend of mine. He then shows me this book his mother had on Witchcraft and Demonology. I saw a picture of the creature I saw in my room.