I am an 18 year old female currently living in Texas. I have had many paranormal experiences in the past fifteen years, since my family moved here from San Diego, but this account is by far the most terrifying and threatening. I will apologize now for how long this story is, but I feel that all the details are important to understand why I am so frightened and will maybe help me to get some advice on how to deal with all this.
I can't be sure what the catalyst for the following events is, but I have two guesses: A few months ago, after graduation, I spent a week with my best friend Edith in her family's cabin in New Mexico. We were walking around one day, enjoying the wildlife, and she showed me to an old cemetery that dates back to the 1800's. I have always been fascinated by gravestones, and we walked through, reading them and trying to guess what the people might have looked like. Well, we got to one headstone that was a completely blank marble slab, all weathered and cracked. It looked like someone had tried to destroy it, or scratch it. I ran my fingers over the headstone and asked Edith if she knew anything about it. She said that her mother had taken her through there once before and had said that grave belonged to two brothers that had raped and molested young women in the early 1900's. She said that the boys had been killed and buried under one headstone because their family had been too ashamed to have their names etched into the stone. We left soon after she told me that tale, and in all honesty, I didn't feel at all disturbed by it, at first.
The second thing that I feel might have been a catalyst is that I moved out of my parent's house in early June. Edith and I were both accepted to the University of North Texas, and we decided to rent rooms at an off campus house together, mainly because there is no guarantee that we would be roommates if we opted for a dorm. Anyway, the house we rented is this beautiful two storey clapboard house with five bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, and real hardwood floors. I fell in love with it immediately, add the surprisingly cheap rent, and it was a deal. I was a little wary about having to share the place with another three girls whom I had never met, though. It turned out alright, because they are all really cool girls, and we really hit off.
The house is really old, though it has been remodeled recently. The house 'settles' at night, creaking loudly as the floorboards pop and the staircase shifts. I didn't think anything about it the first couple nights, because my parent's house is really old and I was used to those sounds at night. Nothing happened my first week there. I unpacked, attended orientation, got a part-time job at a convenience store, and just hung out with my new roommates. But then, about 8 days after I had settled into the house I was sitting up in my room, reading a book, when I felt something in my room. I looked up from my page but couldn't see anything there and my bedroom door was still shut. Still, the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up and I felt really tense, like someone was staring at me. Somehow I managed to convince myself that I was just being paranoid, and that I hadn't felt anything malevolent in the house when I moved in, and I just closed my book and laid down, shutting off the lamp and pulling the covers over my face.
I always sleep on my side, ever since I was a child and had an experience where it felt like something was sitting on my chest - that's for another story - and this night was no exception. I curled up on my right side, facing away from the spot where it felt like someone was watching me from. My eyes started to droop and I felt myself quickly starting to drop off. Before I could actually fall asleep though, something started touching me. At first it was very light caresses, all over my body, as though more than one person was touching me. I stiffened; scared because I knew it couldn't be one of the other girls because I would have heard the door open. I tried praying, but I was so scared I couldn't seem to form a coherent prayer, and finally I was able to say, "Stop," out loud. The touches did stop, for a moment, and I had started to relax. Then suddenly it felt like something was crawling into bed with me. I couldn't move, and I couldn't speak, and I know how weak it sounds, but I couldn't even pray I was so scared. All I could think about was the things in bed with me. Yes - things! Two entities came into the bed with me, one seeming to lie down behind me, spooning me, and the other lying on the side I was facing. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it there.
The things started to touch me again, but this time it wasn't innocent caresses like before. This time I felt what I thought were the entity's (the one in front of me) hands sliding my panties down my legs, and the other entity's hands wrapping around my body and slipping under the camisole I wore to bed, moving up to fondle my breasts. I was really panicking, in tears by this point because I could not move and I could not call out for help, and I was still a virgin - though my boyfriend had tried to convince me numerous times to have sex with him before I moved out. The entity in front of me, having successfully pulled down my underwear, began to fondle my privates. I'm ashamed to admit that, scared as I was; I actually did enjoy it and even had my first orgasm. I started to feel a little less scared because it didn't seem like they wanted to harm me. Then I felt something pushing inside of me. It was long and thick and it did hurt. I started crying again because it felt like my insides were being torn. The entity, after entering, did not immediately start moving inside of me; instead it went very still, as though giving me time to 'adjust'. After a few moments the hurt went away and it started to feel sort of good. But the entity still wasn't moving. I started to wonder why but then felt the other entity enter me from behind, anally. It didn't hurt, but it felt very uncomfortable. The two entities started to move at the same time, both still fondling my breasts and private area - I think they genuinely wanted me to enjoy the experience. It did feel really good, and I again had an orgasm. After they finished, both entities disappeared, and I remember pulling my panties back up and falling asleep.
The next morning I woke up feeling very sore, and yet in the daylight it was very hard for me to believe that anything that had happened had been more than a dream. I was willing to believe that I had had a very vivid dream and that was all, except my roommate Kasara walked in to borrow one of my DVDs and paused, shooting me a wicked grin. "I would never have guessed it from you," she said. I asked her what she meant and she responded, "The whole room smells like sex." That freaked me out, because then I knew it had really happened.
Over the next few weeks the entities returned nearly every night and had sex with me. It always felt good, and I always had an orgasm, but I was starting to feel really guilty. I had a boyfriend, and he said he loved me. I felt bad that every night these entities were using my body and I had never let Brian touch me that way. I felt like I was cheating on him, even though I had not welcomed the entities - and couldn't get rid of them regardless because I could never move or speak when they were near.
One weekend I invited Brian over to see the house. My roommates all left to give us some 'privacy' and we were alone in my bedroom. I felt like I had to tell him what was going on, even though I hadn't told anyone else - not even Edith - and I doubted he would believe me anyway. Well, he didn't believe me, not entirely. Instead he got really mad and accused me of cheating on him. I guess he thought I was admitting to being unfaithful by saying that entities had been raping me at night. I never thought Brian would be the type to get physical, but he slapped me and pushed me onto my bed. He started to yank my shorts down and I really thought that in his anger he was going to rape me. I freaked out, screaming and crying, and he looked like he was going to hit me again, but then I felt that familiar presence of the two entities in my room. Brian must have felt it too, because he got off of me with this really weird look on his face, like someone had just threatened him, and just left without saying anything else.
At first I didn't notice that there was anything wrong with the entities, and then they started touching me. I realized they were angry because while they were usually very gentle with me, now they were brutal as they held me down and actually raped me. There was no pleasure for me, actually, it really hurt. They left afterward and didn't return and I decided not to tell anyone because I thought it was over after the last time. But they came back tonight, and they are still angry about me bringing Brian into the house - even though I broke up with him - though this time they did not really hurt me again. Still, now I have marks on my skin, like fingers gripping my hips and breasts, and before, when they were happy with me, there were never any marks. They seem to want me to enjoy what they're doing again, but I am afraid that they will hurt me again because they still seem so angry.
I am really scared and have no idea what to do about this. If these are the spirits of the two brothers that were buried in New Mexico, is it possible they followed me and that I can somehow send them back? Or is it something worse, like demons? I have tried praying, but I get so scared when they are there that I can't think straight. Please help me; I don't want them to hurt me anymore!