Ghost RapeI know it sounds Crazy but I think I am completely sane. Of course is that not what all crazy people say?
I will try to explain and you can make your own decision. How can you prove a ghost raped someone or the ghost did not rape someone. My ghost seemed to be more a cloud of humanoid shaped mist than an actual person. I do not use drugs and I drink very little. I can not pass it off as being under the influence.
I have a female friend who claims the house in which she lives is suppose to be haunted. Years ago a young man was killed in the house while having sex with the owners wife. The husband arrived home unexpectedly, caught them and killed the man with a single pistol shot to the back of his head. That is the story anyway. My friend or her Parents have not been bothered by the Ghost that haunts the house but they have heard strange noises and thought it was just the house settling. Wood fr
The first time my Friend invited me to spend the night with her and her family, I was very excited. That night was when I first heard the story of the ghost. Sally and I had sat up late and she told me about the ghost. In the wee hours of the morning, I went to my room and prepared for bed. The bed was big with soft down comforter and mattress. I felt so relaxed as I settled in to get some sleep.
I awoke a short time later, felt as though someone was in bed with me. My legs were spread, I felt as though I could not move and it felt as though someone or something was inside of me. What ever it was felt cold, even the part that was inside. It felt as though someone was humping on me. I know, I have done it often enough and began at an early age. The strange part other than sex, was I could not move or say anything. I felt paralyzed and the entity seemed to hump me for a very long time. He or it was not small, appeared in the form of a mist, hovering over my body. The part inside, while cold, felt large. Maybe he took so long to *** because he was dead and so the feelings in his **** were dulled by that. But get done he did and just sort of disintegrated. I lay there, my legs spread, my vagina felt as though it had been well used, the house very quite except for some creaking.
I did not scream or do anything rash. I was not sure it was not a dream or nightmare depending on how you want to look at it. I put my hand down to cover the access to my vulva. It felt cold but dry, no *** leaking from me. A bit numb from the chill.
I did get up, checked the hallway, nothing, just quite. I thought I had experienced a bad dream, well not all bad. I mean I was not having an ****** but felt I was close to it. I got back in bed and had a fitful nights sleep. Next morning at breakfast, I was asked if I had slept well and when I responded not well, the explanation was 'The Ghost'. No one had ever experienced anything but me. Kind of a standing joke.
Later I pressed Sally for more information about the Ghost. The defense of the Husband was he had caught the man raping his wife and killing him was a matter of honor. The husband had been acquitted of the murder, The house sold, the people left, the house changed hands several times.
I felt raped so maybe the husband had been correct. His wife had backed him up in that but why would a rapist need his victim to be entirely naked before sex? I still spend some nights with my friend and even though I have used other bedrooms, the same thing happens again and again. Maybe it is a combination of the old house, the Ghost Story, the alleged rape that gives me bad dreams.
I can't say it is not different. And I could spread my legs in my sleep, I do it often enough while awake. I suppose I could just be getting near the ****** but the ghost was shot before he could climax into her or in this case me.
I really hope a Ghost can not Impregnate a live person.