This took place when I was 16 years old. I had gone to bed exhausted one night after having a day full of semester exams at my school. What I am about to describe is strange but true. I have no reason to lie about it.
When this first started happening, I was so confused I thought, "I must be still dreaming." But I wasn't. I had woken up to the feeling of being moved up and down on my bed slightly but steadily. I opened my eyes to see what looked like a man on top of me. I felt I was being raped but I was oddly in no pain and not afraid, just very confused. Looking closer at him, I noticed that his skin was black, not just shadowed by the night. He wasn't African American coloured, but literally jet black. I couldn't see any facial features except the whites of his eyes. I don't even know if he had hair or not.
In this 'dream' the window by my bed was open and I NEVER sleep with my window open. From the moonlight I could see the shape of his body. He was a few inches taller than me, maybe 5'6" or 5'7" and he was thin but very toned. His skin looked a little different from how human flesh looks. I couldn't see it perfectly, but judging by the moonlight it was smooth-looking but dry and yet it still had a bit of a sheen. It was something similar to how a killer whale's skin looks.
Though he looked smooth, when I felt his legs against mine, they felt a little rough. I don't know how to explain it. The skin itself was smooth one way, but rubbing the opposite way, it felt a little bumpy, similar to stroking hair the wrong way (yet he had no hair that I could feel). He had his hands on my hips and I remember his grip feeling very strong, almost as if I was stuck to his hands.
I absorbed the detail of the situation quickly. My room looked exactly the same from what I could see of it. Everything was proportional as to how it was in real life. I was wearing the same pyjama clothes that I went to sleep in (though the pants were pulled down). Everything felt real besides my lack of pain (I was a virgin at the time so I was sure that it should have hurt).
I didn't get sexually aroused by this and rather wanted him to stop, because although I wasn't in pain, it felt very strange. I didn't move though, not that I couldn't, but I just didn't feel like bringing myself to move. I felt very tired and weak, being that I was suffering mildly from an eating disorder at the time. So I didn't ask him to stop or try to shove him away, or even speak to him. In fact, I was only a part of this situation for roughly 30 seconds to a full minute before I fell back asleep or transitioned into another dream. Honestly I don't know what happened, but I stopped seeing and feeling this.
The next morning I woke up having only the same amount of memory that I did before. The only way that I could describe the feeling is similar to having been drunk the previous night and you're not really sure if the things you remember from the night before really happened or not. I assure you, I had not been drinking and I have never done drugs.
I sat up and I felt a strange soreness in my lower abs, but I was not bleeding or seriously hurt. My pants were back up where they belonged and the window was once again closed. I went to stand up and I felt a strange sticking feeling around my right hip bone. I checked and I found a piece of chewed up bubble gum right on the inside waistband of my underwear. That part I found totally strange, because it was not there the night before, it didn't get caught in the laundry, and it was red and smelled fruity. Nobody in my house chewed fruity red gum. We all chewed Winterfresh or Extra or Big Red, nothing with fruit flavouring. Except for my mom's ex-husband. He chewed Juicy Fruit, which is also a whitish yellow, not red.
I had a habit of falling asleep with gum in my mouth, but when I woke up this morning, it was still in my mouth, stuck to my back teeth, and it was a white piece. So this was not my gum that I had just found.
I have absolutely no understanding about the situation that night. I was fairly convinced it was just a dream until I woke up sore and with CHEWING GUM in my underpants, but no blood. The day I woke up from it, I was very confused. I had studied the occult and paranormal very intently (I am/was Pagan-Satanic), so I already knew that he was either an Incubus or completely a dream. I have read before that Incubus are known to hurt humans less than their female counterparts, and I remember very specifically that he was not hurting me or was not violent toward me. Eventually I just put it out of my mind. I have never had an experience like that since.
What do you think he was an Incubus or a dream?
Has anyone else ever had an experience where an Incubi's/Succubus have left behind physical evidence of their being there?