Before I begin with my experience, I will tell you right now that everything I say here is 100% truth. I am currently a 16 year old.
Okay, so when I was about 10, we moved into this nice, single suburbian house. I liked it, and me and my sister shared a room. We had bunk beds. And everything was nice, and settled. About a month or two, in october, it was a usual day. I went to bed, everything was fine, until I began to hear a strange noise. It sounded like something was slithering like a snake next to me bed. I shook it off, and thought I was just hearing stuff. Then, it sounded like it was under my bed. I still tried to sleep, a couple of seconds later, it sounded like it was right next to me. I dreaded to look, but I did. And I seen it, it was white, and just standing next to me, staring at me. It was just a white, figure. I couldn't tell gender at all. I started to crying, and I called my sister. She got up, and turned on the light. She called my uncle, and he said there was nothing. My sister left the light on after that. Eversince, I haven't seen it.
Then, when I was 13, my room was moved to the basement. Everything was fine, until I heard the noise again, almost everynight. But I didn't see the figure. Then soon, I got used to the noise, and I just thought it was just in my head. Then, a couple of months later, I began to notice that I would feel a pressure on my tummy, like someone was laying their head their. I didn't mind. I also notice that everytime I was on the verge of sleeping, I would hear my name being called, all the time. This continues for along time. Until, I was fifteen.
I started Highschool, and at this time, I nevered even thought once about ghost, or the noise. I was totally used to it. Then, one night, (October) I came home from a Banquet, and went stright to bed with my dress on (I was really tired) and I layed in bed. I would hear the noise, like usual. Then, like thirty minutes later, I began to feel something lay on me, holing my waist, hugging me. I thought I was crazy, an I thought that it was my dress making it feel like that. I moved, and layed on my back. It stopped. And then, a while later, I felt it again, stronger this time. I fell asleep. This continues, but after three months or so, it would do different stuff, like kiss my kneck, my face. I got tired of it, so one day I asked him, "who are you?" and it answered "Robert Snider". His voice was a mans voice, deep, and sounded like an adults voice. I got scared, and I started crying. Then he said, "why are you afraid of me?" in a kind, gentle voice. Eversince, he talks to me, all the time. He communicates by reading my mind,telepathically. He is nice, I liked him, until he started to be jealous. When I talk to a boy, at school, or my friends that are male, he would get mad, and ask me who they are. At night, he would basically rape me. I tell him to stop, but he doesn't. He does it everynight, all the time. He chokes me, and he scratches me. He calls me names. I tell him to leave me alone, but he wouldn't. He bothers me everyday. He reads my mind, I'm so vunerable. He says that he loves me, but yet he calls me names. I tell my self that I will go to college and have a succesful life, and he says that I would die and be with him forever. He says my reason on this planet is to serve him. This is currently still happening. I want it to stop, I don't know what to do. He harrases and hurts me everyday, I just can't take it anymore. I try to tell my parents, they don't believe me. I don't know what I'm dealing with here, a demon, or a ghost. I just need advice, and help, please.