I've always sought knowledge of the unseen that provokes feelings and emotions that have no real base in what is happening in reality. I spent the first 20 years of my life trying to kill myself, not not wholeheartedly, but living with a complete disregard for my health and safety. After several mhu visits between ages 19-21 I had settled into stability and a degree of success and was renting a studio apartment in goshen, NY famous for the Orange Inn (Jason).
I began to have an overwhelming feeling that someone was watching me through the vents in the ceiling and developed insomnia. Also found myself yelling at the ceiling often. Eventually I started to get some sleep. Was doing some ghost hunting on occasion and running into a lot of satanic imagery at various sites.
Started finally drifting to sleep one night, had my first night terror, woke up (lights were on) and saw a figure like the subject of the painting THE SCREAM sitting on my couch. It then bolted towards me and restrained me from behind while I felt it biting into my back. Fought hard until finally I was free and it was gone, but however I felt its presence long after that. I couldn't really close my eyes without the situation repeating itself for weeks and by then I was strung out on drugs and alcohol and behaving suicidally. Forgot to mention right before this started to happen I got a Masonic Pentagram tattooed on my right bicep, but inverted.
I wound up in a group home for 18 months, nothing happened while I was there, and I completed the program and moved in with a friend for a short while then got my own place in Rock Hill, NY. Everything was fine for a little while and I was very successful.
Then I began getting various visitors at night. It began as the last time, but soon their numbers grew and their figures varied. It didn't matter if I was alone or had company, they came anyway. At first I was constantly terrified, but then became curious. Instead of panic, I'd interact with them.
Once I was surrounded by a mostly group of what I had come to understand as demons and I turned to look at the wall only to be greeted by one right in my face. I tried to poke it and my finger passed through it, but then it proceeded to poke me on my forehead and I felt it. These phenomena seemed guaranteed to occur in my bedroom so I avoided that room, not out of fear but needing rest for my high-stress job. I purchased a Santa Muerta candle to try and harness some of the activity and power. I also got a bophemet-esque tattoo on my left bicep and later a tattoo of the word legion with an inverted Pentagram for the "O" on my left forearm.
At this point my life was getting crazy, these visitors were getting out of hand, and I felt great.
I met a girl and she moved in with me. The first night she spent, she slept in the bedroom and I on the couch as that was my habit. She was angry, but dealt with it. The next morning she was angrier as she told me that during the night she woke up to see a dark male figure at the foot of the bed watching her sleep. She thought it was me, but it didn't respond to her and she got crazy scared and then it dissipated. After that I began to sleep in the bed with her.
The last notable thing that happened was that I woke up in what I felt was hell (an evil version of my bedroom) she was sleeping next to me and something grabbed me by the legs and spun me around violently. While I was spinning a ferocious dog attacked my manhood and I felt intense pain and discomfort there. I feared for her safety above all else and started screaming her name to warn her. She heard this and woke up and shook me until I was better. After that night I experienced a few pleasant episodes by her side, then nothing.
We eventually moved to the south and I eagerly want to see what's going on down here. I tell this story first because I have the firmest grasp on it and it has the longest span (10years or so). Tell me what you think!