[If you haven't already, please read the introduction at http://angusdiamond.blogspot.com.au/2012/11/hi-my-name-is-john-my-weekend-as-dick.html before eyeballing this rubbish]
Phenomenon (Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo): Ghost In-Spectre
If I was a ghost I would tickle important people during speeches and hide inside vending machines and stop the products coming out. Unfortunately, not all ghosts are as harmless as me.
Hi, I noticed your ad on craigslist. I don't usually like to talk about my experience - not only does it bring back horrific memories, but people can be sceptical. It seems like you are treating this subject with sincerity and respect, and so I am willing to share my story if you're still interested.
Jon (I'll call him "him" to avoid confusion):
Thank you for your reply it is appreciated. I am personally a believer so my approach to the subject comes from that perspective. I am very interested in talking with you and hearing of your experiences if you have the time and you are willing to share, please leave your contact details and I will be in touch.
Hi Jon, great to hear from you. It is refreshing to have someone open-minded to talk to about these things. I want to tell you a story from about 18 years ago.
It was 1994. I was a carefree boy with nothing to lose, my halcyon undercut blowing in a warm breeze, reflecting the sun and my youthful optimism.
This was all about to change.
My parents were going away for a weekend and were struggling to find someone for me to stay with. Exhausting all options, they settled on my father's Aunt Josephine. Josephine was a known recluse, an alcoholic hoarder who, it was rumoured, had a penchant for the occult. My parents reluctantly dropped me off, and I was understandably terrified. However, Aunt Josephine seemed lovely, and when I entered her house my initial fears slipped away - her home was well kept, organised, and filled with that comforting op-shop fragrance that seems to follow old people around like a natural perfume.
We played some games for a while - cribbage, I think, but it may have been chess - and before long it was time for me to go to bed. I didn't want to go to sleep, but it wasn't because I was scared, I was having a great time with Josephine and didn't want to stop.
I climbed into my bed and Josephine gave me a toy to sleep with - an old monkey with buttons for eyes. I clutched this and, feeling relieved that the anticipation had abated, I slid into a peaceful slumber.
I woke up screaming. It was still night, pitch black, and I couldn't see anything. A man came into the room - ghostly white, wearing nothing but a robe. I thought he might have been God, but I didn't get a chance to ask.
"GO BACK TO SLEEP BOY" he boomed. The door slammed shut as if by itself.
Terrified, I clutched my monkey toy and closed my eyes. I was disturbed a few seconds later by some loud bangs coming from Josephine's room next door, followed by repeated blood-curdling screams. The slamming increased in frequency and the moans grew louder and louder. Even though I'd only just met her I knew I needed to protect Josephine.
I got out of bed and walked towards Josephine's room, carrying a stool that was sitting in my room for whatever protection it could offer me. The screams were as loud as ever as I pushed the door open a crack and gazed in. Confronting me was the image of a pile of writhing flesh, Josephine's almost lifeless head on the pillow with a strange glazed expression across her features. It was impossible to tell where Josephine began and this man, this DEMON began. The man appeared to be trying to penetrate her soul and possess her. He was thrusting against her with all his might and a crazed look on his face. I knew he was going to kill her.
The screams increased in intensity as she cried out to a god, any god, to save her. The man didn't relent and continued violently slamming her body with his, trying to enter her as deeply as possible. The entire bed was banging into the wall and the whole house seemed to tremble. As the screams built to a crescendo I knew what I had to do. I snuck up behind the man and, just as Josephine's last breath was leaving her, I hit him over the head as hard as I could. I knew Josephine was dead, and there was nothing I could do to save her now. I ran back to my room and leaned against the door - I heard no further sounds that night.
In the morning, I was more than surprised to find Josephine walking around, seemingly unharmed, but with an otherworldly glow about her. The demon man was nowhere to be seen. "But... you died, Josephine!" I stammered. "Oh no boy, I've never felt so alive!" she replied and smiled widely, her hideous teeth dripping with some sort of viscous white fluid. I hid in the cupboard until Mum and Dad came to get me, and immediately bolted into their arms once I heard the knock at the door. I never visited Josephine's again. She died a few years ago and I must admit I slept very comfortably that night, for the first time in years.
I tried telling my parents about what happened but they dismissed it as a nightmare. Have you had anything like this happen, or heard of anything similar? What do you think it means? I would be very grateful to hear any opinion you may have on the matter - obviously it is an incident that affected me deeply, and continues to impact my life to this day.
Thank you for your time.
Thank you for your reply it is greatly appreciated. To me your experience sounds like an astral experience, ie, one that you had on the astral plane, these are invariably indistinguishable from waking reality for people that are not experienced at astral travel, who have not spent many many hours astral traveling. As St. Paul says when he was caught up into the third Heaven, "Whether in the body or out of the body, I cannot tell, God Knoweth". 2 Corinthians 12:3. So this means that you can wake up, in the astral, thinking you are waking up on the physical material plane.
You write with a punchy short story prose. The fact that you smashed the ghost over the head with a stool and managed to not hurt your aunty suggests it was an astral experience. The other thing is people that experience spirit rape, are often in catalepsy in a sonambulistic state. I take it from the story and the white muck in your aunties mouth at the conclusion of the experience, you are suggesting she was possessed by this rapist demon? By the way what do you mean exactly you hid in the cupboard..?
Still thinking about your story... Can you clarify if the old man who came into your room and told you to go back to sleep was the same man that was raping your auntie in her room...
Hi Jon, thank you for your reply! It seems that astral-erection might be the explanation I've been searching for all these years. I feel like a juvenile cock-blocker, will have to apologise to Josephine when I breeze through the pearly-necklaced gates.
Yes, this godlike demon was the same man. He looked exactly like Colonel Sanders if he had just stepped out of the bath and chucked on the closest robe. It seems she met her maker early for a no strings attached casual encounter and I was too young to see. I can probably get over my fear of bedheads and extremely violent sex now, thank you for your help Jon!
In answer to your question about hiding in the cupboard, I just opened one of the pantry doors and nestled myself in between some clammy potatoes and a small baked bean fort. I remember the place well, and it is still my mental safe haven that I retreat to whenever I get spooked or accidentally see a penis.
Thanks again for your help Jon, you've been more useful than my drawer of healing crystals and my spiritual recovery therapist (who insisted on using a hands-on approach to treat my problems, which all seemed to stem from my crotch and come to a head about 5 inches later - there's a reason it's spelt "the rapist").
If you have any further insight or questions I would be delighted to hear from you.
Him (edited for length):
Hi again John,
Good to hear from you once more... I have no idea if your 'Incubus' account was intended to be fact or fiction, nevertheless it contains the right elements to be a true account according to the thousands of accounts I have looked at over the years, and first hand direct experience I have had with this phenomena. I have over a long time now attempted to memorize types of paranormal phenomena, as a result I see time and time again recurring themes. It is this knowledge base that I use as my truthiness gauge. So I generally know when people are making things up because they are not familiar with the way things generally work and don't work when it concerns the interaction of the spiritual plane with our gross material plane.
When a peer asked if I thought your account was true, the cliche question, I responded, 'it may not be, however there is no reason I can see why it may not be, as it fits all the criteria I am familiar with.' I've had 25 years experience with Astral Projection, as a result I know it is something that is massively confusing to someone that has a random astral travel experience out of the blue which happens occasionally to people.
I recently talked with a confused women who had been raped while catatonic by a spirit, which left large hand print bruises on her inner thighs, making it so she could barely walk the next day, and also causing phantom false pregnancy for her massive bloated abdomen... this phenomena has been reported by women since the middle ages. The reason spirits attempt to have sex with mortals is because they were denied bodies and the greatest pleasure of having a physical body is sex, and they will do anything to possess a physical body whether legally or illegally. Spirit Possessions in the state of Victoria, are dealt with by secret government funded group headed by a professor of parapsychology in NSW, it is this group that law enforcement consult. Usually possessed individuals get locked up for life with the false diagnoses of psychosis, paranoid schizophrenia.
Here are some references that I hope help with your questions:
So you learn something new everyday - I missed my calling as a Goosebumps writer, the government has a secretly-funded parapsychology department, and it's quite common to be touched by an angel.