I'd say this was around when I first started learning about energy and coming to terms with its validity, through February and all of March of this year. The supernatural isn't really a new thing to anyone. You hear about references of chi or qi and magic and all of this diluted pop-culture nonsense day-in and day-out, so it was a little bit of a challenge for me to distinguish between what was real and what wasn't at first, but I received a rude awakening one day after I started dating a friend of mine who actually introduced me to channeling -- that anything could be real, even the things in your mind, but that the credit given by millions of minds put spiritual entities from the Bible into horrifically-close context. Her name won't be disclosed, needless to say I noticed the immediate change in my school and all over the town just from me having learned this.
Her beliefs were a little. Unconventional, to say the least. Her family was a close-knit unit of Pagans who didn't really seem to have much more motivation than to sit around and play computer games all day, but they knew their stuff, and had plenty of information about color magic and making objects with their energy. I was interested in all of it -- skeptical of watching someone put their hand over another person's and seeing things, but interested nevertheless. After three weeks or so, I started talking to my other friends about it, and received a shock that one of my really good buddies had been involved in it for years.
The story actually begins when he and I were talking about esoterism on the side of the highway, waiting for a van to pull out on the road for us to continue on the sidewalk, when an old man seemed to appear on the other side of the road just as the van pulled out, a process that took only three seconds. He immediately said something about us getting hit by a car if we were "doin' shiat like that" (energy channeling?), blathered on about how he'd gotten ran over a number of times without dying on a single incident, and attempted to shake my friend's hand in a really weird way (he leaned and stepped into it).
We noticed a tattoo of a goat's skull on his shoulder and thought better of it.
However, after we both walked past him, looked at each other, and turned around, he was gone. I didn't think he was the devil or anything, but I'd soon be proven mistaken.
Starting the very next day, I couldn't even leave my house without getting attacked by whatever insects happened to be outside, especially yellow flies. This continued during the entire span of this phenomena, mind you, so I will go on to say that it was still WINTER when it began.
Me and my girlfriend at the time started getting a little more serious. As all of this was happening, including sinister stares from certain teachers at my school and new experiences with energy that ranged from nuance to obvious, we started seeing more and more dead animals on the side of the road, more car accidents, and more relationships falling to pieces than we'd seen ever in the community. When we went to the river one day, the final piece fell into place, and the real nightmare began.
You see, the man with the tattoo of the goat skull pulled around and sat in his Volkswagen Bug for five hours, about a hundred or so yards from where we were parked and situated. I'd noticed him first; the presence was obvious, and familiar, but even our friends who didn't do this kind of stuff were wary of the vehicle and the vibe they got from him. For the last thirty minutes we were there, he had gotten out and was sitting on the park bench.
It freaked me out because as the sun started to set, the wind picked up, and all the water from the river was pulling in around the bend where he was sitting. It was awe-inspiring! Everyone noticed, and I'd never seen something so incredibly heinous in my life, so we left, and the entire time we felt like we were being followed. From that point we called this entity Beelzebub, and after doing some research, I discovered that the type of stuff going on in our town would fall under his jurisdiction.
I may be mistaken. I dunno. The skeptics in my life are always trying to disprove the existence of energy and spirits and they do raise a good point, but everyone who was with me remembers the yellow flies that would appear on my porch screen every time we began a conversation about the being, and the weird looks we'd get from teachers until graduation. I just thought this story was a good example of how things in that almost-not-there world can come over into ours and make trouble, and how even after I thought I was through dealing with it, things moved into my house and started messing with me. >.<