Demonic Spell Book Raider

Has anybody ever heard of a so-called 'Demonic Spell Book Raider'? I wouldn't think so. Truth is, to me it sounds like something that a science fiction writer would make up. I keep trying to find a logical answer to what happened on the night of April 2, 2012, but as of yet.
I have not been satisfied with the many theories I have found. I think it is time for me to accept that on April 2, 2012, I did in fact experience supernatural forces beyond my explanation. I just had to share my tale with someone, and the only place I could think of, was here on this site. This is what happened to me.
On the evening of April 2, 2012, I was driving home after a long frustrating day of work. I must have taken my eyes off the road for just one moment, because the next thing I remember was the sound of a heavy crash.
I put my foot on the brake and could see out of my rear-view mirror, that I had run down a man. Hurriedly, I exited my vehicle and went to check on him. He was very dirty. He wore a thin shirt, baggy dark trousers, and had a long black beard which swayed all the way down to his chest. To me, he looked homeless.
In his hands, he was clutching a thick book, with a title in a language I did not recognize. I was relieved when the man came to, seemingly uninjured. He got back to his feet, clutching the thick book tightly in hand, and seemed rather distressed by something. First, I thought I was the person responsible for unsettling him, but then he began shouting curses and epithets at someone who I could not see. He held the book close to his chest and swore out towards a thick hedge in one of the nearby yards. I was confused as the man cried
"Get away from me!!! You will never get this book back!!!"
It took me a while to calm him, and I told him that my house was just down the street, and he should come with me there, where I could call an ambulance for him. At first he seemed reluctant, but he finally agreed. As I escorted him inside my vehicle, he never took his eyes off the hedge he had previously shouted at. I am still not sure, but at the time I could have sworn... that something behind that hedge was giggling... but it was a very inhuman giggle.
I concluded that someone was hiding behind the hedge, but thought nothing more of it once we arrived back at my home. I led the man to my living room and helped him sit down on my sofa, and quickly went to my phone to call for an ambulance, but I was stunned to discover that the line was dead. The man also must have caught wind of this, as he started laughing manically and was saying something like
"They don't want help to come... they only want this book."
I didn't believe the phone being dead was a cause for concern, as a storm was beginning to form over the neighborhood. Thus, because the phone was dead, I decided to sit with the man and ask him some questions as to what had happened to him and how he came to be in such a state... this is where things started getting more and more strange and supernatural. To tell you the truth, I still don't know if I dreamed all this.
The man told me he was something called a 'Demonic Spell Book Raider', who would steal certain dangerous spell books from the demons who lived in our world. He told me that the book in which he currently had in his possession, was stolen from a trio of demons who were now after him, trying to take their book back. Yes, I know what you would be thinking... he was crazy!
I thought so too, but I listened to him go on anyway. He revealed that the demons that were after him, were three of the most powerful who ever existed, and that they would likely try and take human form to fool him in to giving them their book back. So it was obviously clear, that he did not trust me, as he thought I could have been one of these demons in disguise.
Shortly after all this, the power to my house was cut and everything was dark inside. The storm roared on outside, and as I took a flashlight from the living room table, I could have sworn I saw something standing in the corner of the room. The thing was pale green, extremely thin (looked like it suffered from a severe form of anorexia) had blazing yellow and black eyes, and a terrifying snarl. Naturally, I screamed, but when I shone the flashlight in that direction, the monster had disappeared into thin air. The man was laughing manically in the living room beside me, repeating that, "They're here... they're here..."
That was when the most horrifying thing I have ever experienced happened. All of a sudden, my whole house began to shake violently. Furniture fell to the floor, my brand new television fell down and the screen smashed into pieces, and then. I saw them... three monstrous beings who were standing there in my living room with evil eyes watching me.
One, I immediately recognized as the green creature who had been hiding in the corner of the room. The other two were equally thin as he, but they were different colors. One of them was a pale orange and had two large black horns sticking out of its forehead, while the other was short and a bluish color with terrible and hideous red eyes. I wasted no time in running upstairs, closely followed by the man I had only met minutes earlier. All the way up the stairs, the man running behind me was screaming
"They can never get hold of this spell book... if they do... the world will end... this spell book has a chant which when said aloud by a demon, will bring forth a demonic apocalypse!"
Before I could react, I had tripped over and knocked my head pretty hard on a table I kept in the upstairs hallway. When I came to, one of the monsters was looking directly down at me. The smell of the creature was quite extraordinary... It smelled like ozone.
If anyone knows what that smells like. It looked down upon me, drool leaking down its lower lip, its eyes glaring with terrible malice. It put its clawed hand upon my face and began to howl in such a frightening way, that I immediately passed out in sheer terror.
When I came to, I was safe in a hospital bed. The doctor told me that I had been out for a few hours, and that a small tornado which had ripped through the town had caused some damage to my home, and they guessed that I must have been so scared of the storm.
That I tripped and knocked my head and that was pretty much that. I still do not know if I dreamt the whole thing, or it really did happen. I never saw the so-called 'Demonic Spell Book Raider' again, nor do I know what happened to him. I was in hospital for three days. On the third and last day, three police officers came to see me.
They told me that they were looking for an escaped mental patient who had broken out of a nearby asylum and was last seen in my area. I put two and two together, and told the three officers that I had encountered a very odd man three days ago, the day which I passed out.
I was starting to think simply that it had not been all a dream, that I had met the strange man but of course, he was insane and had likely knocked me over the head in one of his psychotic turns. However, a little part of me became weary when one of the police officer's showed me the spell book the man had been carrying on the night of the accident. The three officers asked me if I knew anything about the book in which they found, to which I simply told them "no". I did not want to go into the details, as I would likely become the one being locked up in the asylum.
The police officers thanked me, wished me well, and carried the spell book out of the hospital room. As they left, I came to notice that one of the officer's had a large grin over his face. At first I thought they were having a laugh at me, but that was when I saw that all three officers' eyes changed from human .to demonic... that was when I remembered what the man had told me.
That the demons could take human form in order to get to the book. Well... to me it was obvious that the three demons had taken their human disguise as three police officers, and now they had in their possession, the spell book that could end our world.
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