Hi all, because of your interest with my previous story, I thought I might as well start at the beginning with all this. It started, as I sit here thinking, almost one exact year ago. My partner and I celebrated our 11th anniversary by going to a local spa. To hot tub, swim, and have some fun for the evening. Bruce, my partner, at one point seemed to begin to shake a little, and had to catch himself, but was ultimately ok. We went on our way, and shortly afterward, he did it again, only this time, his eyes shook, and he went to the ground. I held him, and we said, ok enough, got dressed and went home. Bruce went to the the doctor, and they said nothing was wrong at all and that was that.
A couple of nights later, I awoke to see a shadow of someone up against the wall in our bedroom, up in the corner, and moved around, like it was watching us sleep. I told it to go away, it did, and I went back to sleep. I awoke a little later and felt something slide into bed, but I saw nothing. I fell back to sleep, then awoke and felt something moving the bed around, an undulation, a very sexual feeling, then I saw something having sex with Bruce. This was rather disturbing, but I thought maybe he was having a vivid dream or something. So I awoke him, and he was rather upset that I disturbed him, and he told me to stop playing around with him. I shook my head in disbelief, and said, sweetie, it wasn't me.
We went back to sleep and it began again. The bed began to shake like a lot of movement. I could feel underneath us, a slow, undulating rolling around, like an orgy or something, very slowly, intimate, and the touching was like the most sexual massage ever. I mean, whatever sense you think deep sexual massages are, this is a thousand times more intense. I could see, if you got caught up in it, you might have some difficulty in stopping. You could become addicted to it. I saw Bruce laying on his stomach and in full sexual motion, and I could hear moaning, breathing heavy, and shaking. When I went close to him, I could feel his muscles in his body being stoked, I could feel his buttocks being pressed against, and could feel an energy around him, like someone was on top and I could do nothing to stop it. I even laid next to him and held on to stop it, but it went right threw me as if I were not there, but I could feel this undulation, and almost electrical whirlwind around him.
So, I rolled over to him, held him and demanded in the name of Christ for this to stop. And it did, and Bruce woke up, rather freaked out. I laid there the entire night watching this shadow sit on our dresser, in the dark, in the corner, like it was watching our every move. As if it were waiting for it's next moment, where he or we are in between awake and asleep.
The next day, I had a long talk with my partner Bruce, and we agreed to have prayers as we go to bed and declare nothing to touch us, and a hedge of protection around us. I sprinkled salt and blessed water around the bed.
Now, as we drew to going to bed, we sat on our bed, and I held a prayer of protection, and asked Bruce to tell this thing to go away. We both felt a presence, moving about us, I felt a slap on my face, and then a bite mark began to develop on my right arm. It hurt but not bad. I told it, if that was all it could do, to go find a playground. Really.
That night, nothing happened, but when I awoke and got ready to take a shower, I had scratch marks all over the top of my torso, and in the back, where I could not reach. I immediately put it to video. I then began to set out a dictaphone in the bathroom, and heard entire conversations in groans, in with the white noise of the shower running. In time, I was able to get it to respond to me, and answer some questions.
I felt there were several spirits, I believe there was a vortex there. When I brought it to our apartment manager's attention (she is a counselor, drux, and sexual abuse), she told me, Mike, how weird, a woman just moved out of an apartment after 3 months of this going on, and there is a pastor at my building, who, in his 70's and has his son living with him while attending a local chef's school, is being thrown out of bed at night, or feels someone laying next to him, or pushes him now and then. We have become friends, they have come over to experience the undulations on the bed (sitting down to prove they can feel it too), and we would play the 4 hours of EVP's and they too could hear the same voices we did.
Now, I need to break, there is a lot more, this is only the first few weeks. This has gone on for a year now, as late as yesterday. I am beginning to ignore it, it doesn't stop, but it doesn't have the same affect it did. Do you want to hear more? This is all true, and I have wanted for so long to put it to writing.