On this night myself and a coven member, I'm a witch, we're collecting grave dirt from a closed down cemetery. It was just after 2am. We needed it to help us hex Donald Trump. We were at the grave of Jamie Suzanne May. It is shaped like a bench. And I'm very attuned to spirits. So I had brought her some wildflowers ahead of time. I spent some time with her and with permission collected some dirt from just next to her grave. I planted an herb there as thanks. As we were jabbing I thought I heard my name being caked by an elderly woman. So I ripened around thinking she was showing herself. Instead I saw the most piercing yellow eyes I've ever seen. And despite their being no lights around us, the eyes seemed to be lit up. Kind of like eye shine, but brighter and no lights. Anyway, it came me by my name again. Only it said my name right. My name is pronounced Tee-lore with a rolled r. My research suggested everyone buried here was off a Caucasian persuasion and this not likely to be able to say my name right, much less on the first try. My friend only called me Ty. I then remembered stories of a monster that is too never have its name said. So I'll call it a fleshy runner of Native American folklore. I turned around and calmly started walking away. I heard today's what you do with these things. You didn't hear them, see them, they don't exist as far as you are concerned. I instructed my friend to do the same. Meanwhile I took some of the sage I brought just in case and lit it. Rude to do that in a cemetery, but I wasn't liking to join them any time soon. It called out my friend's name as well, but I'm a man's voice. She said it sounded like her father. I grabbed her head and turned it forwards. "Not a damn thing to be seen here. Let's go get some McDonald's now okay?" I shook her head for her. When we got closer to my cat I saw a big black void with antlers over my car. It seemed to be trying to enter the passenger side. So I, not knowing what to do, recited my typical spirit banishment incantation and threw the sage at my car. I then told it to leave or I'll kill it myself, as authoritative as I could muster whilst also trying not to pee myself in fright. It left, seeming to sink into the ground. I used my spit to draw a pentacle on my car's roof before opening the door and getting in. For the next lunar cycle we had knocking on our respective windows. And I heard my name called by my kids on numerous occasions while holding the kids. After a week my friend stopped joining coven activities and I've never heard from her again. I tried to report her missing. I never got an update from police either.