I wanted to post my experiences here to get people's thoughts on what is happening, and how best to approach it. I'm 20, living in a rented Victorian two bedroom terraced house; I use one of them as an actual bedroom, and the other as a kind of spare room for my stuff.
Recently, the bedroom I usually sleep in was being decorated, so I moved temporarily to the other bedroom (the spare room) whilst it was being done.
The first thing I noticed was that the spare room seemed a lot cooler than my usual bedroom, but I put that down to it being at the back of the house, which is north facing.
I normally sleep really well, but when I was in the spare room I kept feeling restless - I kept dropping off, then suddenly waking up, as if I were alarmed. I kept listening for noises, but didn't hear anything. Eventually I managed to drift off to sleep.
In the early morning - around 3am - I was half-asleep. The room was still cold, but I felt weirdly heavy and dull, like I couldn't move (or was too tired to move).
This is where it gets strange. I could definitely feel someone or something gently massaging me through the nightdress I was sleeping in. It was very pleasurable; I could definitely feel myself getting aroused. Initially I thought I was dreaming, but then I was sure I could feel lips and tongue.
By now I was very definitely awake! I wanted to sit up in bed and see whatever it was, or try and switch on the light, but I couldn't - it was as if I was being gently but firmly held down. I wanted to cry out but it was if my mouth was covered.
Whatever it was kept licking me and fondling me; I was very aroused, and eventually it made me orgasm. As soon as it, whatever it was left me alone; I sat up, and put the lights on. There was absolutely no-one there. Another odd thing was that I didn't feel overly frightened, or threatened in anyway; just an overwhelming sense of sexual release. In the end, I put it down to a weird dream and slept (badly) for the rest of the night.
The next night I made sure I kept a night light on. I drifted off pretty quickly - and again, around 3am, I was woken up by the same, sensual experience of something fondling me. This time it was subtly different; although I still couldn't move - I still felt I was being firmly pinned down - this time I could feel hands. The night light was dim but I was sure there was nothing else in the room. Whatever it was seemed to take a great deal of interest in making me aroused, before making me orgasm again. As soon as I had, they (it?) stopped. Again, there was no sensation of being in some evil or sinister presence, just an awareness of heightened sexual arousal.
I had to spend one more night outside of my usual bedroom, and I had the choice of sleeping on a couch or in the spare bedroom. In the cold light of day, it didn't seem so awful - I stress that there was no unpleasant sense of evil or fear associated with the previous two nights. When I went to bed that night, I made a conscious decision to try to stay awake; unfortunately, I drifted off (again!).
I normally sleep on my back or on my side; this time, when I woke, it was in the early hours (around 3am again), and I was on my side. I could feel something gently but firmly try to move me on to my back. I tried to move, to roll out of the bed, but whatever it was simply pushed me down into the bed on to my front.
I was wide awake at this point; I kept trying to struggle, but I felt like I was pinned down in the bed, like I had a weight on my shoulders and arms. I wanted to speak, but I could feel a hand covering my mouth again. It felt a lot rougher this time, as if it didn't like it when I was fully awake; it pulled my head back, so that my face was clear of the pillows. Again, it just seemed to want to arouse me and make me orgasm again, which I did.
This time, instead of leaving me alone, I felt a very definite pressure on my behind as if someone heavy were resting on it. It wasn't rough, and it didn't hurt; the overwhelming impression I got was that whatever was doing it was trying to give me pleasure. It kept doing it until I had another orgasm, and then it left.
I went straight to the bathroom and checked myself; there was nothing to be seen, nothing to suggest anything untoward had happened. I decided not to return to bed and slept on the couch!
The following day the decorating was finished, and I moved back into my usual bedroom. I am can report that the unexpected "visits" have ceased since I have been in my usual room, and the spare room is now back to its usual state of a storage area for junk!
On three occasions I had these "visits", I hadn't been drinking, I don't do drugs, and I don't take medication. I'm not particularly religious, and I like to think there is a logical explanation for nearly everything. What I experienced I can't explain. All I know is that there is something - a presence, a something, whatever - in the spare room of the house I'm in. I don't think its evil, or sinister - it just seemed to arouse me! What do the forum think it is? Ghosts? A succubus? An incubus? Or something else? And how best to deal with them/it?