In the summer of 2008, I moved to North Carolina with my family for a fresh start in life. Life was exceptional for the most part, by December; we purchased a new home and were officially settled. During the open house, one of the rooms had a strange air to it, as if something was already living there. Being the curious thirteen year old I was, I picked the room as my own. The first few months were fine, I enjoyed living there and life progressed normally.
The house was located in a small subdivision with about fifteen other homes; to the left of the subdivision was a cemetery. I've always been a believer of entities, ghosts, spirits, and the likes, so whenever there were random shadows and noises, a just thought of it as a wanderer from the local cemetery. I always used to stay up until about three or four AM gaming away, so I heard a lot of activities that went on in the house at night, a few times, I've heard footsteps cross the hallway in front of my room.
In February, 2009, I saw an entity take shape into the form of an adolescent girl who was about fourteen, the same age as I was in '09. I hadn't known what to do, so I let things take its course and we ended up having intercourse a few times throughout the months. I had talked to some of my good friends and they told me they would come over and help dispel the succubus, as they aren't to be trusted and only use you for their own benefit. I refused, as I've been able to have conversations with her, and she did seem to care about me.
In December, my girlfriend broke up with me for confidential reasons. I stormed into my room that night for bed utterly depressed. Kim (the succubus) immediately phased into shape and tried to figure out what was wrong. I explained everything as best as I could to her, and for the first time, instead of going straight for the golden pleasure, she held me in her cool, soothing arms, reassuring me everything will be alright. Every time I'm down, upset, or just out of it. She would appear and comfort me to the best of her ability.
She's attached to me for some reason, and when I moved to Florida in March, she came with us, using me as her new possession so she could leave the house and cemetery. She saved me from turning into road kill last month, as I was biking home from school, being the idiot I was, I pedalled fast and was staring at my front tire (I love to watch the road flash by for some reason) and was about to shoot straight into traffic when she whispered "Stop!" And I managed to brake in time instead of shooting off the curb into the path of an 18-Wheeler truck.
Right now, I'm doing great in life, and everything is going pretty well, and I haven't seen her in a few weeks, I want to know, is it okay to keep her? I don't want to if she is an actual ghost. I don't want to be selfish and keep her from finding her own happiness in the afterlife. I want to help her, it's the least I can do for all the times she has helped me. Any comments and insight are much appreciated.
Your fifteen year old friend,