posted on May, 29 2008 @ 02:20 PM
I’m writing this because I’ve got no where left to turn. I’m not religious, but I do believe in a god. Now, after certain events in my life,
I’m forced to believe in spirits and other entities; like it or not, I have to face the truth. Let me state this very clearly: this is not a story,
this is my personal account. I get chills just by thinking about what I need to convey. But I do need help, which is why I’m here. I’ve been
afraid to talk to friends about this, because I think they would label me as crazy or schizophrenic.
I’m a rational person with a degree in Business and am pursuing a second degree in Math. I don’t believe in organized religion, because I feel
it’s a political tool—that’s just my opinion. But now, I’m contemplating the Catholic religion because they acknowledge the existence of
demons, and the ritual of exorcism. I don’t need an exorcist; I’m not possessed but, at the same time, I’m not always alone.
I’m sure many of you are familiar with succubus/incubus, if not please look it up. That is the basis of this account, but I should start from the
A few years back I became heavily involved with a Ouija board, and I’ve come to the conclusion that was the beginning of my troubles. I’m not
against the use of a board, but I was ignorant to what exactly it is capable of. One summer my friends and I would use it at least three times a
week. We spoke with: what we believed to be my friend’s grandfather; one entity that was psychic; a friend who had died a few years back; a
friend’s father who had recently died; and even my own father. I don’t want to go through all of those experiences, I just need to lay the ground
work for the troubles I’m having today.
I believe something followed me; something has been following me for quite some time. It’s been about five years now. But ever since then, I’ve
been having experiences that coincide with the demos: succubus/incubus. I didn’t know those terms until today, after doing a vast amount of
research on Google. Sometimes when I lie in bed trying to fall asleep, I become paralyzed and ‘something’ rapes me. I can’t move, I can’t
see anything out of the ordinary, and I can’t do anything to stop it. For a while I thought I was hallucinating, but I don’t think I am. I’ve
read many stories that are similar to mine—frighteningly so. If it only happened when I was lying in bed, I think I could deal with that.
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