Other World Rape

From: Michelle Enriquez (Deadmae@aol.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Old Heights Houston Texas
Source: Form Submission

Last year I left my mom for four months to live with my father and step-mom, plus their seven kids. While I was there things had happened, things I am used to but one thing that has scarred me for life. People think that ghosts can only be seen, heard, and on some occation, posses; but they can't touch or harm. They don't know a thing because I learned. My father's new family had always had problem with ghosts, but since they had their house blessed, the ghosts can now only look at the house; not even in it.

But when I came to live with them, things changed. I was a bad child, 16, I lost my virginity at fifteen, I was a smoker, drinker, and I loved violence. The house was peaceful until after the first night I proclaimed Jesus as my Lord and Savior, and Jehovah as my one and only God, Satan came to try to convince me to renounce them, forsake them. His attempts where futile and did not work. After that night, much more things happened. My father's new family are Mexican, but every night a little black girl would tap on the windows vigorously looking to play with my younger step-sisters, every Thursday night I would see (what I hope is not) La Llarona looking directly into our windows, repeating I'll find you, and La Chusas, a bird that would show up whistling like a man when someone would place black magic against you. He came every night and would not go away. So I learned to ignore him.

Then one morning when one of my step sister' let me know how disgusted she was of me, my step- mom told me, my step-sister woke up one night to go to the bathroom, but what she did not want to see was the sight of my dry-humping the air, moaning. I cried. I wasn't a virgin so my step mom came the the conclusion I was sleep masterbating. She was way off. The next night My step-mom saw me waving at her to follow me into my room. She came in and I was on the bed, spread eagle, being humped vigorously. She say's she tried to wake me up but a cold solid presence was keeping her hand from touching me. There was no lights in the room, if it turned dark, it would stay dark.

She moved my head. I woke up to feel her warm hand pushing my head telling me to get out of bed. I tried but my hands were being held down right at my head. I could feel him inside me. the cold hard pounding, the pain of when he ripped me, I cried and screamed. My step-mom shut the door locked so no one could get in. She ran to me and held my fingers, not my hand cause she couldn't touch it. I don't know if she was looking at me or where she was looking where, I don't even know what she said. I clentched my eyes shut panting cause the pain was to rough. Then BAMM! it hit my face, and I saw a white light for a few seconds. I opened my eyes and BAMM! it hit me before I could see straight. So I kept them shut. I cried and this time I cried out to my father. "God! Jesus save me from this demon!".

I felt it leave, I felt the hold he had on my hands leave, I felt the cold of him leave, and I felt it's penis leave. I layed there crying, with my step-moms hands over mine, she repeated it's not your fault. I pushed her off and took a long hot shower. She explained what happened to me to my step sibblings and now they treated me like an amputee. I could not do anything for myself. They would not let me go to sleep without some one in the room.

Then one night it happened again, after I confessed to one of my step-sisters. It was worse, he scratched my face and arms. This time he locked the door, It was a ghost, no one knew I was living with my father, not even my best friend. But he pulled me up in an embrace, and then I felt it, RIP! my back was mauled, my flesh was red, my clothes and sheets were horrible, I burned them afterwards, but I called to my lord and again he left, evaporated, The next day I was water baptised. I was baptised in the holy spirit, I layed my shame upon the alter at church, and finally I was water baptised, I was happy. One night without my knowledge, My step-sister had an out of body experience, she spoke to him. She told me he would always try to get to her and her sisters but they were pure, their bodies were still biblicly innocent. And why not their mother would hover over them like a vulture. But I was "unclean", I was still part evil after all the things I did to change, that's why it was me, not them. I went on, denying.

Then one night he slapped me off the bed and propped me against the wall. I saw him, he looked handsome with an evil disposition, he was also transparant. I ran. Out of that room and out of the house where the other ghosts were waiting, taunting, one woman flashed right in front of me and then whispered behind me, he always follows. I called out to god but they were still there. I ran back in and packed up all of my stuff. I ran to the gas station and called a taxi. I went home to my moms and that was that.

A few months later after my friends older brother was trying to get into bed with me. I almost did. But I left him. The next day my step-mom called and she was crying, "He came back and disturbed me looking for you."