Sleep paralysis

I hesitated for a long time before telling this story. For a girl, this kind of thing is indeed
embarrassing to talk about. I simply can't tell anyone, how could I possibly say it? If I told my friends, they'd probably just raise an eyebrow and say,
"You're thirsty, aren't you? You've been fantasizing too much during the day..."

Why do I say it wasn't a wet dream? I think my eight-year history of sleep paralysis has allowed me to distinguish between
sleep paralysis and a wet dream. I've often experienced sleep paralysis since I was a child, and I've gradually become accustomed to the symptoms every
now and then .

That night, I happily and peacefully fell asleep, without any warning. I was wearing my pajamas, covered with
a blanket, lying on my back, sleeping soundly, when suddenly I felt a numbness in my body. I immediately shuddered, and my consciousness
gradually returned—a half-asleep, half-awake feeling, reluctant to wake up. I was being paralyzed again; that was
my first thought. Then I felt a gentle caress on my body. I was startled; at that moment, my consciousness was fully
awake. A nameless panic began to grip me; I'd never experienced anything like this before. Had I

encountered a lecherous ghost? This thought sent shivers down my spine, making my legs go numb all the way to my scalp. At that moment, I
was torn by a fierce internal conflict. I tried desperately to open my eyes, wanting to struggle to my feet. But
a strong premonition swung within me: if I struggled, I was doomed. This
premonition eventually overcame my reason. I could only continue to lie there, playing dead.
When you're truly desperate, all your senses become incredibly acute. I gradually realized he was a man. No,
a male ghost. He clearly had tangible weight and was touching my body. But upon closer inspection, I could tell it
wasn't the kind of physical contact you'd experience in the human world. I don't know if you understand what I'm saying, but
if you were in that situation, you'd definitely sense it wasn't from the human realm!

Then, my fear intensified, and my breathing became increasingly difficult. I tried to struggle to my feet, but I discovered he was incredibly
strong! I'd never encountered anything like this before! Anyone who's experienced sleep paralysis knows that if your willpower is strong enough, you
can eventually break free. Sometimes the numbness lingers for a while afterward. But this time, I was completely powerless
to resist . All I could do was silently endure being touched while lying there; I had absolutely no ability to resist!

I felt him touching my body, from my legs to my buttocks, giving them a hard pinch,
then slowly moving upwards to my breasts. He wantonly kneaded my breasts and occasionally pinched my nipples.
Shamefully, I even had a physical reaction, seemingly enjoying it! (How shameless! This terrifying yet
actually pleasurable scene left me with mixed feelings when I thought about it afterwards.) I know my face must have been very red,
because I could feel my cheeks burning hot.

Then, he leaned down. I could clearly feel his lips kissing me. I could clearly
feel the weight of his lips touching mine. I can now clearly recall the cool
touch of his tongue. Unconsciously, I opened my mouth. It was truly unconscious; if I could control myself,
I would have sat up. I only realized it when I felt a cool sensation on my tongue. He was giving me a wet kiss, and I even responded.

Then he kissed my neck and began to move towards my lower body. During this movement, he kissed lightly while his
tongue touched my body. Slowly moving to my chest, his tongue circled
my nipples, gently sucking on them, completely ignoring my pajamas. Undeniably, that cool, slightly tingling
sensation thoroughly stimulated my physical response. I had never felt anything like this before, and looking back,
it was even something I longed for. Was it the feeling of stimulating each other's souls, beyond physical pleasure? I
'm not sure; if it weren't for what happened later, I don't even know if I would have become addicted.

Because of my physical reaction, my body seemed to move slightly. I slowly tried to open my eyes.
I could only squint a crack, vaguely seeing my surroundings. I seemed to see a
faint dark shadow on me; I thought it must be him. Then a feeling suddenly came to me; he seemed
to raise his head and give me a faint smile. I can't describe the feeling; it wasn't something I saw. He
appeared before me as a shadow. That smile was a vivid, direct image reflected in my mind, a
direct image formed in my consciousness. He was probably between 28 and 30 years old, giving off a wise and sunny
vibe. He must have been very handsome, but I couldn't describe his appearance at all. You could say I'd never really
seen him clearly.

It's kind of funny, on one hand, I could sense his charisma and his handsomeness, but on the other hand,
I couldn't describe his exact appearance. Then he slowly moved towards my lower body. I could clearly feel
the cool touch beneath me. He caressed my genitals, teasing my clitoris. A tingling sensation spread from my genitals throughout
my body , making me feel incredibly sensitive. Waves of pleasure washed over me; I don't know if I moaned aloud during this,
because my mind was completely overwhelmed by the physical sensations.

Later, I could clearly feel him entering my body. I started to panic. How could I
let him enter my body like this? At the same time, a sense of reassurance came from my consciousness. It was as if he was telling me not to be afraid, that he would
give me an unforgettable feeling. Then he began to slowly make piston-like movements, occasionally
licking my nipples with his cool tongue or kissing my neck. Unparalleled pleasure came from below, and I no longer had
any resistance, completely enjoying this pleasure... The time in between felt unusually long in my mind
, but I really wasn't sure how much time had passed in reality. During this time, I even heard myself moaning softly
, and I was brought to orgasm three or four times. It was truly perfect lovemaking.

After it was over, I could still clearly feel him continuing to comfort me in my consciousness, as if he was constantly
whispering . And I calmed down from the physical stimulation, and then a deep sense of powerlessness filled my heart.
I had actually been raped by a ghost, and in the later stages, I had even lost myself in desire. I felt extremely
ashamed of myself, and even despised myself in my heart.

He seemed to sense my thoughts, constantly expressing his affection for me in his mind.
These were sweet words, these comforting words—not a single word, just a feeling, yet strangely, I
understood his meaning.

I've discovered that women are often naive creatures. With his sweet words and comforting words, I actually felt…
I felt completely immersed in love. I even had a fleeting illusion: the other person wasn't a ghost, but a
prince charming who loved me deeply. I even felt that I had no other desires but to be with him for the rest of my life.

A ghost? So what? As long as he truly loved me, and I loved him deeply, living
my life in this way seemed far happier than many girls in the world. Don't call me silly; I
was completely bewildered , these feelings just suddenly flooded my mind.

Just as I was immersed in this tender and happy feeling, he telepathically expressed that he was leaving and would come back to find me
later . And I, like a fool, like a
shy, hopeful wife immersed in tenderness and happiness, reluctantly said goodbye to him.

His faint black shadow gradually dissipated into the air, slowly fading until it disappeared after about 3-5 seconds
. At the same moment he completely vanished, I suddenly returned to normal. I
could move all of a sudden, and I sat up abruptly in bed. I was still somewhat disoriented, unsure whether what I had
just experienced was real or an illusion. I glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it showed 3:20 AM. I
looked down at my pajamas—still on—but the warmth of my body and the dampness in my genitals confirmed that
what had just happened was real.

I then lay down on the bed, quietly recalling everything. And so, with a sense of happiness and post-coital
fatigue, I unconsciously drifted off to sleep. I was truly oblivious at the time; I felt no fear whatsoever. Instead, I felt a sense of
satisfaction and happiness, anticipating our reunion. Now I'm certain that the feeling he gave me, both
consciously and physically, was intoxicating and irresistible. Such a feeling seems impossible in the real world;
it only exists in novels or fairy tales. Women all have a fairy tale complex, hoping for the tragic
love stories in novels or the perfect love stories in fairy tales. And that's how I felt back then.

The next morning, the first thing my mother said to me was, "You look pale; are you feeling unwell?" I
replied that I was fine, just had a little insomnia last night—of course, I couldn't tell her the truth. My mother started
nagging , saying things like, "Staying up all night will ruin your health," and "Don't play on your phone all the time," and so on.
Amidst her nagging, I got ready and went to work.

At work, many colleagues commented that I didn't look well. They asked with concern if I hadn't rested
well, and so on. I couldn't tell them about my experiences, so I used the same excuses I gave my mother
.

That day, I seemed to have hit rock bottom. The report I was supposed to give to a client mysteriously disappeared from
my computer; at lunch, I lost my wallet and ID; on my way back to work,
my skirt, which I had just worn, was torn by the company's trash can. In short, a series of unfortunate things happened.

That evening, after returning home, I started browsing paranormal forums. I kept thinking about him from that night. I even imagined
myself as the protagonist of "My Date with a Vampire," a feeling that was both blissful and thrilling. That same day, I
was lucky enough to join a QQ group where a master was learning about these things. Because of my bad luck all day, I wanted
to consult that fortune teller to find out why I was so unlucky. So I messaged him privately, but he refused my
request, telling me that fortune telling would diminish one's blessings, and that the more one consulted, the thinner one's fate would become, etc.

Later, we talked about ghosts, specifically sleep paralysis. I told him about my persistent
sleep paralysis. He explained that most cases of sleep paralysis are caused by nervous tension, lack of sleep, and
nerve reflexes, not by harassment from spirits.

Thinking about it now, I realize I do have some good fortune. Then he brought up the term "ghostly intercourse,"
saying that some cases of sleep paralysis can cause this. I was suddenly struck by this, and
the image of him from last night flashed through my mind again. I kept asking him questions about ghostly intercourse, and he answered them one by one. For example, ghosts use
consciousness to bewitch people, conveying information. This information includes appearance, expression, temperament, and even language and tone of voice.
Ghosts are most adept at bewitching people's minds, making them attached to them, thus maintaining a long-term relationship and draining their
vital energy . What he said coincided perfectly with my experience, leaving me completely dumbfounded. I didn't know
if he had influenced many of my strange thoughts.

Initially, I was passive, essentially being raped. But later, I
became infatuated with him without understanding anything. I was a little scared, thankfully online. I nervously recounted
my experience to my master. My master then told me that my pale complexion during the day was due to the draining of my vital energy.
My bad luck throughout the day was also due to the ghost's malevolent energy.

My condition indicated a significant draining of my vital energy; otherwise, I wouldn't have shown a bluish complexion.
Many people who have had sexual relations with ghosts, whose energy was drained less, wouldn't show this condition after just one encounter. It
was because my energy was drained more severely that he emitted such a strong malevolent energy. That's why I was
so unlucky during the day, as if I had lost all my luck.

I suddenly understood; it was all a lie. All the gentleness and sweet words were deceitful. Otherwise, he
wouldn't have been so unrestrained towards me. I asked my master if there was any way to help me. He said
the was quite powerful; ordinary ghosts couldn't absorb energy to that extent. Later, my master
mailed me a talisman, and since wearing it, I've never experienced being haunted again. The ghost that raped me has never bothered me
again .

I'm recounting these things today, firstly because the secret I've been suppressing is uncomfortable, and I'm seeking
release . Secondly, I want to advise others who have also experienced ghost encounters: perhaps you don't have strong symptoms
, but please don't become addicted. I understand that feeling of addiction. It can be very difficult to break free, but
remember, they are all deceiving you. To absorb your vital energy and maintain this relationship,
they will use all sorts of methods. Please learn from my experience. Those who have had similar experiences
should find someone to end this karmic entanglement as soon as possible.

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