Intergenerational Horror

When I was in high school there was a class you could take that was connected to local history. I’m Canadian, but because I’m from the smallest province in Canada, we don’t get mentioned a lot in regular Canadian history courses, so I thought it would be a cool class to take. Our teacher was alright, a bit of a new-age nut, but she gave good grades and it was a pretty good blow off class. You took it to get your marks up.

Anyway, as part of the class, you had to do these little projects related to local history throughout the year. One of which was to tell ghost stories and legends we had picked up to the class at Halloween. I’m a writer, and really into all that horror stuff, so everyone expected me to do this assignment really well which kinda put some pressure on me. I gathered a bunch of different ghost stories, not knowing which would be better, and hoped for the best.

Come Halloween, we left our regular class and went to the auditorium across the hall. Our teacher, really selling the Halloween thing, turned off all the lights except for a flashlight she’d brought and handed it to me to get the ball rolling. I told a common one to start things off, about a local pirate myth, and then handed it over to the girl sitting next to me.

The period went by rather quickly. A group of girls talked about how a friend’s house was definitely haunted, our school president did the myth of the infamous Dead Man’s Pond, and someone brought up the ghost ship, and then the flashlight came to me again. Since everyone else had talked about what I had planned to speak about, I was at a loss. Until I remembered a story my mother told me when I was little.

Downtown, across from our most popular venue where our hockey team plays and we have the local carnival every year, is this old brick building. Huge, majestic, like something out of a movie. When I was little I loved how it looked, and told my mother one day, as we drove by, I was going to live there when I older. She went pale, pulled over into a side street, stopped the car, and told me that I didn’t want to do that. She was quite visibly shaken, something that was rare for me to see, so I asked why not. I wasn’t expecting the answer I got.

I knew my mother had a poor upbringing. After her parents divorced, she moved around a lot. Her dad had money, and a nice house, but since he and her mother were still friends and wanted equal time with the children, she couldn’t live with him permanently. Her mother, my grandmother, was a nurse but didn’t make much money at the time. It was the late 70s, early 80s, you know? So she moved around a lot. Around the time of the story, they had just moved into an apartment building next door to the building I mentioned. It wasn’t anything new, my mom stated, a normal apartment. Until she went to bed.

That night she shared a room with a couple of her siblings. Her bed was near the window, and she could see out into the courtyard in front of the building. One of her brothers, of whom she had a difficult relationship with, told her stories about the building next door. That it had been a hospital, then an old folks’ home, and now apartments, so a lot of people had died there and it was crawling with ghosts. My mother, being a rational person even in youth, didn’t believe him. They went to bed.

A couple hours later my mother told me she was awoken by light blue light shining into her room from the window outside. Since they were high up, and not on the ground floor, she didn’t know what it could be. She rolled over, looked out the window, and saw a couple of people standing around in the courtyard below. She told me that they were all light blue, and glowing, and almost translucent. She sat there in her bed, looking at them, and then one, a woman, turned her head and looked up at her. My mother recalls yelping, and diving under her covers, only to look up a minute or so later. The strange people weren’t outside anymore. Her relief died mere seconds later when she noticed a light blue glow coming from behind her and illuminating her shadow. She spun around, and there was the woman who she had locked eyes with, floating an inch above the ground in her room.

According to my mother, she couldn’t speak. Any chance at getting words out died in her throat, and she didn’t know what to do as the woman slowly moved closer to her bed. Had her brother, the very one who had teased her about the haunted apartments next door, not woken from the strange new lights in the middle of their room, and screamed upon seeing the ghostly figure, she, to this day, does not know what would have happened next. Her brother rushed to turn on the lights, the woman vanished, and their mother, my grandmother, ran in a couple seconds later.

They moved a couple days later, but my mother and her siblings, my aunts and uncles, stayed with their dad until then.

After I told this story to the class, the room went dead quiet. No one had, apparently, heard this story before. Slowly, a girl I had known briefly from my job at the time, let’s call her Tara, reached across the make-shift circle we were sitting in to take the flashlight from me.

“I didn’t know this at the time…” Tara started to say, “That the building was once a hospital…but something strange happened to me a few months ago when I was staying with my sister. She and her boyfriend live in an apartment in that building.”

Tara explained that one night she had come in late to her sister’s apartment. The door to the bedroom was closed, but the door was locked, so Tara assumed that her sister and her boyfriend were still out. Tara went and sprawled out face down on the couch, and started to doze off.

The front door creaked open sometime later, waking her up, but assuming it was her sister or her boyfriend, Tara didn’t look up. The door creaked back shut, passed her on the couch, and went into the kitchen area. She recalled the cupboard doors being opened and closed, along with the fridge, and then silence. The door to the apartment opened again, just as Tara doze off again.

The next morning, Tara was woken up by her sister, angrily shaking her shoulder. She asked why she had thought it would be a good idea to leave the front door wide open, and what she had been doing in the kitchen. Tara, still sleepy and adjusting, sat up and looked around the apartment. Sure enough, the front door was wide open, along with the all the cupboards and the fridge. Tara exclaimed she hadn’t done this, and thought that it had been her sister and her boyfriend. They explained that they had been in the bedroom since dinnertime, working on some projects for university, and thought it had been her.

Tara finished up her story by explaining that it couldn’t have been some burglar, because nothing had been taken, and she had locked the door behind her. She locked eyes with me and explained that she had no idea what could have happened that night until I finished punching in the holes.

I wish the story ends here, but there is one more disturbing twist. I was scheduled to work that night after school, and came into the restaurant still thinking about all Tara had said. One of my managers, let’s call her Anne, asked why I looked so out of it. I told her what Tara had said, and watched as the color drained from her face. She explained that a couple nights ago her sister and her daughter had moved into one of the apartments in the old brick building. She helped them move in but found something off about the place. Her fears were proven correct when she got a call late that night from her sister, hysterical and screaming and claiming that something wasn’t right. Anne drove to the apartment, found her sister and niece sitting outside in their pajamas, and took them back to her house for the night. Her sister never fully explained what had happened that first night, but she didn’t go back until the next morning and that was just to gather their things and tell their landlord that they were leaving.

I wish I could say I was brave enough to go and explore the building for myself. That I gathered a group of friends, headed in with cameras, and experienced the encounters first hand. I didn’t. As much as I love the supernatural, I am a coward and prefer hearing about it than experiencing it.

I’m not sure in depth everything that has gone on in that building, and it’s difficult to do research on. All I can say is that three people I know have had experiences there, three people who are known to be incredibly trustworthy and rational, so I believe them when they say that something isn’t right in that old building.

I will never live there.

The Ranch

by somedrummerboy

It was the summer after my junior year in high school in 2010, I was a part of my city’s Police Explorer program. Our advisor had planned another trip to his uncle’s ranch in Uvalde, Texas. Everyone else had gone the previous time and were saying how fun it would be, you know the stereotypical hype, I wasn’t as thrilled about it until someone mentioned something about ghosts. I was skeptical about these claims but my curiosity got the best of me, my friend Nathan was ecstatic about the trip and thought to myself “well, at least I’ll have someone to talk to.” I’ll skip ahead to when we arrived at the ranch. It was about 11 pm when we arrived and I began to record with my dad’s video camera, we set up our tents and the rest of our provisions.

While were setting up, our advisor’s uncle had a big fire pit going, my friend Cathy walked towards a trailer and took a picture with a digital camera. She then had a concerned look on her face, I walked towards her and asked “what’s up?” she then asks me “hey, does this look like a face to you?” I looked at the screen and saw a strange looking face that was looking directly at us. “That’s weird, take another one just to be sure.” She did, and when we looked at the screen again, the face was still there but this time it looked like it was screaming at us, she sped walked back to the others while I stayed trying to figure out what caused that figure to appear. That was weird enough for me but that wasn’t the freakiest part for me. I was walking back towards the group when our advisor’s uncle asked if anyone to volunteer to retrieve some lawn chairs that were by an oak tree down the road. Everyone remained silent, like they were afraid to go out, away from the group, since me and Nate were the only newbies we “cheerfully” volunteered and everyone looked at us like we were crazy.

I had my dad’s camera in one hand and my flashlight in another as we walked down the semi pitch black road. The tree was a lot farther down the road than I had anticipated, about a quarter mile by my estimation, I let the camera hang down once we reached the tree, which was in an open field to the left of the road. We began to brush off any webs and/or brush that may have been on them; as we reached down to take them back, we heard a little girl laughing. Me and Nate snapped to attention and looked at each other as I asked “dude, did you hear that?”

“Yeah, that’s why we’re getting the fuck out of here.” We shined our lights up and down the tree to find no one on it, as well as looked out into the field to find no one hiding. We got the chairs and began to walk backwards towards the campsite. When we got back everyone asked if anything “weird” happened, I said that we heard a little girl but they laughed it off saying that we were just scared and letting our imagination get to us as they walked to the fire pit. Our friend Cathy came to us and said that she believed us because the last time they came, she took a picture of the tree and saw a little sitting on one of the branches. There were some other weird happenings during our stay at the ranch but that was the strangest moment I had.

I still have the tapes and hope that it caught the little girl’s laughter because after I got back home to review the video, my dad’s camera wouldn’t play back the tapes.

Succubus Story

I’m a 21 year-old male and weird things have happened to me before this experience, once while I was reading a book I heard someone whisper my name into my ear. I swear it was like they were inches away from me but I was alone in my room. I’ve also woken up at night to my bed shaking hard as if someone was pushing it from the side, I have an older sister but neither of us take the time to pull pranks. Things happen to me maybe every other month at most if at all so it doesn’t bother me but it does take me by surprise.

I was 15 when this happened to me. During summer vacation, one night I decided to try sleeping naked for once. Friends have talked about it in my school and said it was a great experience so I wanted to try it. After locking my door and stripping down I went to bed as usual. My bed is in the corner of my room so on my left side was open space and to my right was the wall. After I fell asleep I was suddenly wide awake.

Take note that my family and friends tell me I’m a very heavy sleeper and when I do wake up I’m very groggy and slow. But when I woke up the house was quiet and one thought was stuck repeating in my head, “There’s something evil here”. After half a minute of quietly freaking out and staring at a dark corner of my room the rational side of me kicked in. I told myself I was being silly, and I went back to sleep. After a short dream  I woke up to the sound of people screaming.

I was extremely dizzy the room felt like it was rocking back and forth. After a couple of seconds I heard a woman’s voice, she sounded youthful and her voice was sweet. She said ” Turn around” I was on my right side facing the wall, I didn’t say anything and I didn’t move an inch. After a couple of seconds she said “Look at me, so we can talk” she sounded so nice I might have done it but there was the sound people constantly screaming, they weren’t yelling out words just screaming as if they were being tortured.

I stayed on my side but I suddenly noticed my body was slowly turning to face the left side where the voice was coming from. It was hard to notice at first because I was still dizzy but as soon as I noticed I shifted my body to face the wall again. I had to do this a couple of times it was as if something was constantly trying to turn my body around to face the woman but I tried my best to keep facing the wall. After a couple of minutes the woman stopped talking, the screams slowly faded and the room stopped rocking but I stayed facing the wall and didn’t turn around until dawn.

The next night I went to bed with cloths on. As I was falling asleep I had the feeling of falling and started to get dizzy I slowly got myself to “wake up” (for the lack of a better term) and the dizziness went away. I told myself that it was all in my head so I closed my eyes and relaxed but seconds later the dizzy feeling came again, that night there were no voices or screaming just the feeling of the room being rocked back and forth.

After a month or 2 I talked to a friend about what happened and he told me it sounded like I was visited by a succubus. After doing some research on the internet and YouTube I found out there was a demon named Lilith who was a succubus. I thought it was weird because that’s what my neighbors decided to name there cat. At one point I visited my neighbors for something and found out they had renamed there cat to Lilly.

I tried asking them why they decided to rename there cat but they ignored my question and so I decided to just change the subject. It wasn’t until I was talking to a friend in English class when the subject for some reason turned to demons I told her about Lilith and she started freaking out. She told me if you say a demons name too much it’ll start fallowing you. After all the research and putting the pieces together I thought to myself “So I was visited by a demon woman who seduces men? I guess, its a good thing I’m gay” 😉

Was it an Incubus?

I know it sounds like I m crazy but i think i have always been been followed by a demon, I also experience sleep paralysis episodes which is what some people may chalk up my many experiences too, but a lot of these happenings I have been wide awake for.

The first experience I had with a demon was when I was 16 years old. I had just gave my life to God, I lay alone in bed praying when all the sudden I heard a low growl and light scratch coming from the other side of the wall above my head as if someone stood I’m the bathroom on beside my bedroom taunting me.

I laid there and tried to blame it on our dog but these scratches sounded like they started about 10 feet high with claws running all the way down to the floor, That feeling of dread that everyone gets had been with me all night also like I new a presence was around, the bed began shaking. I realized my dog lay at my feet trembling. I began screaming and praying the louder I got t louder it got. I finally ran to my mother and begged her at 16 years old to sleep I’m the living room with me. When I finally fell asleep I had unworldly dreams where my eyes were filled with evil and hatred and I would laugh historical while putting my father’s pistol in my mouth and pull the trigger.

That is the day it all started. I am now 28 years old, I am a mother now, I have woke up with my son asleep beside me with his pillow shredded by claw marks. His father thought I was crazy laughed it all off  until a few months before our son was born our cover was ripped off and thrown across the room. I warned him not to taunt the thing but it regularly harasses me in front of him now. Sorry I just wanted to tell a little about my past with it.  Now with all that being said here is my experience with a succubus.

I was asleep and was woke up to the feeling of someone trying to get my panties down I was in and out of consciousness or that is the way it felt for the most part. I have been with him for about 10 years and sometimes he does wake up and try to get some but this was NOT my  husband. This “thing” felt huge if you get my drift, I said for him to stop he was hurting me now but it didn’t I couldn’t see anything the TV timer had caused the television to turn off but the little bit of light from the window showed my husband’s silhouette laying next to me, so who the fuck is on top of me.

Like I said I felt drug but like a euphoria feeling, like I had just done ecstasy or something. The little I can remember scares me. The thing that makes me think it is real more than any other is the soreness the next day, girls know what I’m talking about, felt like I had been up all night doing the dirty with someone way too well endowed! sorry I don’t know how to properly say it!! So just in case I asked my husband if he tried to get some the night before and he said no why could I joking about it so obviously it wasn’t him. I wondered if the thing following me since I was 16 was it a incubus?? I felt sick like I needed 100 showers.

Lastly the thing that put the icing on the cake for me with this is my niece and nephews words to me. My nephew is very into church he knows about demons angels all that, about a week after this my nephew asked me if he could ask me something about Demons and my niece who is five said do you mean a succubi, my eyes probably bulged out I said how do you know that word and she started crying and refused to talk about it and swears she never said it.

She has been coming into her parents room screaming at night saying something very scary is climbing out of the wall and trying to get her, she also doesn’t see her parents during this she curls on there bed and screams for them while pointing around the room when she finally sees her mom and comes out of it, she will not tell us anything, she says she doesn’t remember!! God I hope she doesn’t go through all of the things I have!!

 

Dream Visitor

First let me say that this story is going to be really difficult for me to tell.  However, after spending some time thinking it over I thought that maybe getting it out there will help me deal with what happened and maybe help someone else.  This is completely true and I will do my best to give as much detail as possible.  Because of how terrorized I was I think I blocked a lot of it out even though it was something that happened within this past year.

Even as a kid I always had very vivid dreams.  I often had lucid dreams (those were my favorite) as once I knew I loved the freedom of making choices without consequence.  As I got older, those lucid dreams would leave to some of the best sex dreams ever.  I mention this because it may be important later.  I used to talk in my sleep a bit (based on what my parents have told me) but have never sleepwalked nor had any other sleep issues.  I did have chronic nightmares but that’s a different story entirely.  But I thought having that information may help you understand why, what I am about to describe to you was so different, and so horrifying.

I was a freshman in college when I had my very first “sleep paralysis” type dream.  I use that term loosely as I am not really sure how to categorize what I experienced.  I had been studying on my bed, room light on, sitting with my back against the wall.  I don’t know when I fell asleep but I do remember waking up.  At least I thought I was awake.  I opened my eyes, noticed the books on my lap and heard a knock or something on my door.  I got up to get it and then I woke up.  This continued for about 4 or 5 times each time with me becoming more and more panicked.  The very last time I woke up in my dream I started to hear voices.  They were very mumbled, starting off quietly and continuously getting louder and louder.  All I kept hearing was different voices yelling their name and a date.  I couldn’t keep up with them all and it was starting to make my head hurt.  I remember putting my heads up, squeezing my head, and trying to get off my bed and away from the voices.  The pain was so intense I could barely crawl on the floor as I tried to make it 10 feet across the dorm room and to the door.  When I thought the voices were going to make my head explode, I finally woke up for real.  I was still in the same place with my back against the wall and books on my lap.  I was actually nervous I was still asleep.  I immediately started to cry and called my dad.  I told him I thought I was going crazy.  He said that I probably wasn’t sleeping well and before I voluntarily submitted myself to a psych ward that maybe it would be a good idea to just try and get a few good nights sleep.  I must have listened because I never had the experience again.  I sometimes wished I could have remembered the names and dates I heard but the pain was too intense to allow me to focus.  I wasn’t going to include this part of my dream history but upon sitting down to write this thought maybe it could be related.

Fast forward about 13 years later (3 years ago).  It was midday and I had fallen asleep on my couch watching TV.  I guess my kids were in school because I don’t remember anyone else being home.  This is when I first began to experience what my research has shown is called sleep paralysis.  I knew I was sleeping.  I could hear the television in the background clearly and was trying to will my eyes to open.  Before I could open my eyes I felt a weight on my chest (apparently common in cases of sleep paralysis).  I could now see the room around me, eyes open and awake but that weight was still there.  I tried to move and realized I was completely paralyzed.  I realized that although I could not see the cause of this pressure with my eyes, I could visualize the being in my head.  It was a demonic being, blueish in color, about 5 feet tall.  He was sitting straddled over me.  I know he spoke to me but I cannot remember what was said.  The only other part I remember was being raped.  It was horrifying but satisfying.  I fought him, I do remember that but did not wake up until I had orgasmed.  When I tried to sum up what happened the only thing that came to mind was that I was raped by the devil.

I eventually chalked this up to being a really twisted sex dream.  My husband had been injured during the Iraq war and was dealing with some pretty serious physical and mental illnesses.  We did not have a very active sex life during this period of time and I kind of just figured it was my brains way of processing this.  That was until two years later, about a year after we moved into our new house.  This was when things went from weird to terrifying on a level I never imaged I could experience.  So about a year ago things started off slowly.

My husband was sleeping in the living room, as his medication would cause him to fall asleep very early and stay passed out until the morning.  I would go upstairs to our bedroom each night by myself.  I don’t remember when exactly it started but I can tell you that I was actually a bit happy about it at first.  It always happened right as I began to fall asleep.  I would be fully aware of my surroundings, feeling as if my eyes were open and I couldn’t move.  It would start with a feeling of not being able to breath.  That part always scared me the most as I often thought I would suffocate before I could wake myself up.  As soon as I realized my paralysis I would begin to feel myself being raped.

As terrible as it sounds I actually enjoyed it on some level.  Not having sex in my waking life was causing me to have this pent of sexual frustration.  I never truly consented to what was happening but it was fulfilling a need that I didn’t feel comfortable enough to voice out loud.  What scared me more than anything else was that I knew this was a demon.  He would speak to me while raping me.  Mostly things about how much he knew I liked it.  Although I never heard his words with my ears nor saw him with my eyes.  The best way I can describe it is if you try to recall a conversation you had with someone the day before.  You can visualize what they looked like and what was being said even though you aren’t truly seeing it or hearing it at the moment.  That was how I saw this demon and heard him.

This happened for months and I was beginning to become scared.  It was becoming very clear to me that this was not just a dream.  At first I thought my brain was working through some sexual tension in a really demented way.  But that began to change and fear really set in.  He came again but this time was different.  I don’t remember if it was him or whether he brought someone else.  What I do remember is that he said, “since you clearly handled what I did so well, let’s make this more interesting” or something along those lines.  I was than raped but what can only be described as a demon that was not endowed like that of a man but that of a horse.  It was huge and not meant for my body.  I remember feeling myself being ripped and felt real pain.  There was no pleasure anymore.  I began to try and find ways to wake myself up.  This was no longer anything that resembled a normal sex dream.  Something was wrong.

I dealt with this type of thing for over 6 months by this point.  What used to be one or two nights a week was happening more and more frequently.  I was tired all the time and afraid to go to sleep.  The next escalation was the time there was a woman with the demon.  She was blond wearing a white knee length, nightgown type dress and was very pretty.  She was kneeling next to where I was laying on the bed looking at me with real curiosity.  She and the demon, who was kneeling between my legs, were talking to each other.  Saying things like “Are you sure she can handle this?” and “I can’t wait to watch”.  It was then that I realized I was not in the presence of just these two but many demons.  All around my bed I could “see” that there were endless others watching me.

I began to panic and realized this was very different from previous experiences.  The others in my room were pushing each other to try and have the best view.  I was terrified and began to panic when I realized I was being lifted up off my bed by my feet.  There was a rope or something tied around my ankles and I was hanging upside down.  The demon with the horse sized member began to rape me and I screamed to stop.  I am not a religious person and was raised Jewish.  Yet for some reason this idea popped in to my head.  I began to pray to Jesus.  I started to say the Lord’s Prayer.  I could feel the anger all around me and then I woke up.

I cannot begin to tell you the relief I felt.  That was, until, the following night.  Apparently, praying and waking up was not okay for the demon entity.  This time it was not the same demon that visited me.  It was not an experience of rape that I dealt with that night but rather one of extreme torture.  The demon was like 8 feet tall and powerful.  I just knew instinctively that he was on a completely different level than the demon who had been tormenting me for the last year.  I immediately began to pray to Jesus again.  He laughed at me.  I was once again strung up by my ankles, completely upside down with my head a few inches off the bed.  I remember him saying “that won’t work on me” and then “you are going to pay for what you did”.

He had razor claws on his hands.  Best way to describe them would be like Freddy Kruger hands.  He stabbed me with fingers right in my stomach.  I remember him thrusting his claws in my back and watching them come through the front of my body.  The pain was intense.  This was the worst pain I have ever experienced.  Even now I would tell you that there is no pain like what I felt that night.  I even had my epidural wear off before they were finished sewing me up after the birth of my daughter.  That was nothing compared to this.  I kept praying and praying.  Eventually I woke up with a start.  It took me a long time before I could move because the pain was so intense.  I hurt for that whole day even though I did not have a mark on my body.

I had tried to tell my husband about what happened that night.  I had told him a couple of my previous experiences but he told me that believing they were more than dreams was just being silly.  I was terrified to ever sleep again and so I called a friend of mine who grew up in Mexico.  I know that in some cultures they have stories about the  incubus or succubus and thought maybe he could help me.  He was super understanding and spoke to family members he had back in Mexico.

When I heard back from him he stated that what I was experiencing was NOT a dream.  He said that I may have unknowingly invited this demon in.  He asked me if I had ever told the demon not to come back after the first experience.  I said no.  He asked me if I enjoyed the experiences.  When I told him that on some level I used to he became really worried.  He told me that it was super important that I continue to pray and that I had to tell the demon he was no longer welcome.  He warned me I could be fooled but that it was something I must do.

What’s crazy is that for the next two weeks, when the demon came, it was the same gentle type experience I used to have.  It was actually hard to say no and even harder to say I didn’t want him to come back.  I realized I must have invited him in.  That scared me more than anything.  It took those two weeks of saying no and saying he was no longer welcome before it stopped completely.  Now I sometimes get sleep paralysis but have learned how to jump scare myself awake.

I know this story was long and maybe it wasn’t all that scary but I can tell you that living through this was the most frightening thing I had ever dealt with.  I wonder sometimes what we leave ourselves open to when we sleep.  I hope to never experience something like this again but at least now I feel prepared and know what I need to do.  I have read stories of people who try and invite these demons in and develop some sort of relationship.  I would simply warn that if you think you have any type of positive relationship with an entity like that, you are being fooled.  It’s better to get out while you are still able because that being that tortured me did not let me go until he was finished with me.  I did not wake myself up from that, he grew tired of me.  I am just grateful that, so far, he hasn’t ever returned.