Midnight Visitor

Midnight Visitor

" It was so real, too real. "
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The first home out of the nest, in Oakdale, I had a single roommate. Roomie, did not believe in the paranormal, as I was just discovering my own empathic gifts. Since I had been focusing, and ramping up my abilities, little strange occurances har been happening around the home. Objects moving and disappearing for awhile, and reappearing long after they had been written off as lost. I was spending a few hours a night on an empathic chat group, asking questions and doing readings on people whom I had never met. Mistake number one. I dozed off after being drained by something, I didnt know if it was friend or foe. It was foe. I had been experiencing a breakup of emotionally huge proportions, at the time it had been devastating. I entered a dream state, and thought I was having an illicit dream about ex boyfriend. It turned sexual, and I was enjoying it. It was so real, too real. I opened my eyes and could see nothing, but still felt pressure. In an instant I was flipped over, and felt hands around my neck. I was still being violated. I began to pray, loud and hard. I was very vindicated in my words, and heard laughing in my ear. With everything I had, I pushed my energy and envisioned pushing it off of me. I heard an enraged growl. I felt myself fly off my bed and into the closet door. Everything went black. I woke up the next morning sore, and exhausted, with very little recollection of the attack. I wrote it off as a dream, until Roomie asked me what the commotion was, and swore it sounded like I fell out of bed and broke some stuff.
The first home out of the nest, in Oakdale, I had a single roommate. Roomie, did not believe in the paranormal, as I was just discovering my own empathic gifts. Since I had been focusing, and ramping up my abilities, little strange occurances har been happening around the home. Objects moving and disappearing for awhile, and reappearing long after they had been written off as lost. I was spending a few hours a night on an empathic chat group, asking questions and doing readings on people whom I had never met. Mistake number one. I dozed off after being drained by something, I didnt know if it was friend or foe. It was foe. I had been experiencing a breakup of emotionally huge proportions, at the time it had been devastating. I entered a dream state, and thought I was having an illicit dream about ex boyfriend. It turned sexual, and I was enjoying it. It was so real, too real. I opened my eyes and could see nothing, but still felt pressure. In an instant I was flipped over, and felt hands around my neck. I was still being violated. I began to pray, loud and hard. I was very vindicated in my words, and heard laughing in my ear. With everything I had, I pushed my energy and envisioned pushing it off of me. I heard an enraged growl. I felt myself fly off my bed and into the closet door. Everything went black. I woke up the next morning sore, and exhausted, with very little recollection of the attack. I wrote it off as a dream, until Roomie asked me what the commotion was, and swore it sounded like I fell out of bed and broke some stuff.

© Soul_Wolf - 08-14-18



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A comment by Mr. Ghost Stories
Chilling and ever so terrifying! I'm sure that an experience like this hard to comes to terms with. Thank you for sharing your story with us, and stay well!
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