This is really hard to talk about because it scares me... A lot. It still happens. What disgusts me is that I like the experience.
Last summer, I went to Dublin, Ireland with a friend. We were staying at this cabin resort with separate rooms, built like houses. The area was on the outskirts of Dublin, and full of vegetation which kind of creeped me out because I felt as if something was watching me.
The first night, I was just flipping through channels, when I heard this smooth voice. It was calling my name, and it sounded so close. I freaked out and covered myself with the blankets.
The next few weeks, I felt this intense heat run through me whenever I heard the thing call my name. The cabin didn't have heating, and Dublin during the evening is freezing, so I knew there couldn't be a logical explanation.
One night, I had my IPod plugged into the stereo. The thing started calling my name, and I froze with fear when the scariest thing happened. The stereo started going all staticy and I could clearly hear "Piper" (my name) being said.
I tried going to sleep, but that only made things worse. The bed tilted downwards, like someone was sitting on the edge of it. I could barely breathe, and I screamed when I saw a misty figure there, staring at me. Light shone on its face, and he was beautiful, like prince charming or something.
I think I was seduced at that point, but I can't be sure because I was in a state of unconsciousness, I knew what was happening, but I wasn't all there.
What I later found out was an Incubus suddenly was besides me. I felt it stroking my hair, the side of my body, and cheek. The heat was ablaze, like I was on fire. I felt a tingling sensation go from my toes all the way to the tip of my head. My arms were pinned down, and then I felt something stroke my thighs, gently pulling them apart.
Ok, so to be honest, at this point I was scared crap-less, but I decided to go along with it.
I felt something large go into my... area. It went in and out, gently at first but incredibly rough at the end. I was in physical pain, but couldn't cry out because in a way, I was enjoying it. I think I fell asleep in arms, because my head wasn't touching the pillows.
The next day I was bleeding. My guess had been from the Incubus guy.
All two months this happened, and I never once mentioned it to my friend, Harley. When I came back to the states, the thing followed me. Last school year, when I was a junior, I felt this piercing pain in my stomach and chest when I spoke to any guy, including teachers. It's like this Incubus is jealous or something. I can barely speak to my Dad.
Sometimes, I see more of him - the spirit. It's like he's getting more... human? He's always doing things so that I'll go to bed faster. To be truthful... I'm afraid. I don't know what to do.
I think I'm going to talk to a priest or something. I'm Catholic, but haven't been to church in a while. I know now is the time to start going again.
If anyone out there was some helpful tips, please post them in the comments. Honestly, I feel so vulnerable... I need help.
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