Despite seeming to be a glutton for paranormal encounters, I always say I would avoid it if I can help it. 2015 was a year when I really wish I could’ve helped it. If I had that ability, I probably would’ve been able to leave the year without one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. Hopefully, this story will be believed, because I don’t want views, I just want to relay this so I can get it off my chest.
I have a friend named Alexander who’s a fan of the RPG Dungeons & Dragons. He is convinced that the game has supernatural or paranormal origins. My female friend Grace and I told him multiple times that he’s crazy. He kept insisting that playing the game would release something. I heard crazy stories about people taking it too seriously and he was the wizard, so I had a feeling that if he believed it, I would get dragged into somehow, since he seems to deify and worship me, like I should solve his matters. It turns out that he did drag me into a huge matter that I regret agreeing to help him with to this very day. Then again, if I didn’t help, he would’ve just roped someone else into it.
He called me on December 30th at about 11 PM and told me he was really scared. Being half-asleep, I just asked “What?” He told me that he was fully convinced that he had accidentally summoned a succubus. Understandably, I was not believing it for a second. He usually had sudden flights of fancy just to get attention. I asked him what made him so sure, and he told me “A demon came on me and said she would fuck me until I died.” I was seriously annoyed at that point. My friend was convinced that a demon told him something like that. I explained to him in my calmest voice that if he was indeed dealing with a succubus, she would be more forceful than that. He kept insisting it was true. I told him that he needed to do 3 things. Take a hint, get a life, and let me sleep. He promised me a set of trading cards if I helped. They were My Little Pony trading cards of all things. Though I’m not a big fan, I figured I would give the cards to my friends. That agreement ended up being a mistake.
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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.
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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.
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