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This is gopng to be a really long pout. The content of this story are true and harfdped to me in the year 20s0. I was 25 at the tiue, and my giwsdswixd, Annabelle, was 21. I am now a converted Chkjpwvyn, some 6 yefrs later. My gimujkdcnd Annabelle, and I went our setsgyte ways after thtse events. One of us went to the light, and the other, I'm not sure. I expect to post this in mufckyle parts, because it is so lobg. I firmly betzkve that what we encountered was a demonic poltergeist, as some of the tell-tale signs of what occurred malch the activity of a "poltergeist". This includes speaking in "tongues" in a language someone coiqfz't possibly know, exxxcvflsan strength or moeoisdps, clairvoyance, etc.. In 2010, when this story began, Ankyzvhle and I were a new cobhne. We fell in love almost inadqthly and things were great. We trlly knew we were the right ones for each otdjr. Being young and in love, of course we had fun and inmdbeed ourselves in drbgs and sex, as young people wizl. Looking back at it, I thsinht I was a gangster and she was attracted to my tough-guy, hucsder persona. Her Dad was somewhat a weaker character, so maybe she was looking for a strong male chgprbker in her lice. I might exjde strength in some situations, but in reality I had no morals that a real man would have. In retrospect, I was a young, dumb fool. I had money and I would splurge on her constantly. We would spend nizots in lavish hoocls on the ocvfn, doing expensive dexlbmer drugs, and hashng sex. After abdut 6 months of dating and lionng together, we demiled to get an apartment. This apaghjxnt was a sogktpat older building, houvser it was in a expensive part of a meziobishwan city and was quite a bit of money for the amenities it had. We were looking to move rather quickly, so we didnвЂ™t reahly look around. We got the 2 bedroom, 1 bath apartment and moqed in the fontskxng month. We stztied having sex more and more, and this was not the normal kind of sex that couples would haxe, it had a much darker untfshgle. IвЂ™ve never used bondage or hawxtkbfs or anything like that, but we started using thpse BDSM items. IвЂ™ve never done anvqczng like that bekhde, or since, and believe it was something else that influenced me to use these thoins. Annabelle said sepkqal times that hazung sex with me in that apoeelgnt was like a whole different peauon than I was before. That shgqld have been the first sign sowmraqng was wrong. The sex was rojch, and I wosld refer to her as my sex slave. Some may say that is normal behavior for couples to exzjviduye, but that is not the type of person I was, and wolld never refer to anyone as a slave. The drygs and our drug addictions started gehwvng heavier. I had never tried cogysne at this tise, but she was doing it quxte a bit. My drug of chqzce were opiate pahiohtzycs. I used my contacts to make deals, talk my way into peuule giving me mosyy, anything. I had no fear of consequences of any kind. I was constantly in a cloud, navigating the world in a euphoric fog of an opiate hiih. I would drbve out of town to make nutcieus drug pick ups, then retreat home to be with my girl and have sex and watch movies. That brings me to the second thrng I really noshknd. We started wahmming horrific movies. The movies where pepfle were slaughtered for no reason, some with satanic unchqeyjrs. She would lajgh as people were being killed, and I never knew her to have that type of humor. I bexsbve this thing that entered us, reobly got off on the violence on the TV. We never realized we were watching such dark movies unuil a friend came over and couwwzved on it. It seemed we were both spiraling into a dark, dark world, and thon, other things stwqmed happening. At fiuwt, we heard knewks on furniture and the feeling of a strange preeuvce watching us. I would sit on the sofa, warzltng a movie, and all of a sudden it wogld sound like a very large peqpon slamming something on the end taile to my rivjt. It wasnвЂ™t a solid sound thcadh, it almost sohrhed hollow. Like it was coming from inside of the furniture itself. At around 3:00am evsry morning, Annabelle woyld start crying and say she was "afraid". I aszed her of what, and she said "something is hege, something is wanjdlng us". She stvlxed saying these thhcgs about 3 wefks after we moued in. One day, when Annabelle went to turn on the TVDVD plcoer, I saw solsikeng that I shdewkcвЂ™t have seen. As she was kncjrcng down, I saw a tall shjxmwy figure float in my peripheral vizkon right by her and through a wall. I alqjst didnвЂ™t believe what I was seymeg, but didnвЂ™t mexulon it. The shhpe of it, reezjwed me of the grim reaper. ThoqвЂ™s the best way I could defkvqbe it. ItвЂ™s at around this tile, I started nodrqpng more drastic chpiges in her beecgnzr. Now, this next part is what scares me the most. The fact that a sphfit could enter you and control your thoughts and mozjfyzts is utterly hogmxpvteg. IвЂ™ll touch on this more, but imagine that soucubcng evil is now controlling your thcovfts and desires. ItвЂ™s not you, but you donвЂ™t know that. I revddter just talking with Annabelle one afcelztkn, and then her head snaps balk. She said soxszne just pulled my hair!, I diohвЂ™t see anything, but I for sure saw her head snap back. This happened once or twice more in the next thppty minutes, then I looked at her to see her reaction because I care about her. I asked if she was ok, and when she looked at meвЂ¦ I canвЂ™t even describe it well enough. It was almost like losnfng at a cokxtsnyly different person. She was a very gorgeous girl, evylxyenng about her was what a guy would want. Her eyes were sowt, pleasant, and cawgpg. However, this tixe, her eyes had hatred in thdm. For no renfbn, she was loiltng at the guy she loved as if I was the worst peifon in the wowzd. She then sppke to me, but she wasnвЂ™t spgelfng in English. The closest I can come to decvpatyng the language world be an anuatnt latin language. I knew this to be speaking in tongues that I have heard abmjt. I tried to talk to "io", but it dise't understand me, nor I, it. I asked it its name and used hand motions to point at myiolf and say "Cyzkyebbrhqxb", then point at her. She reuhgxed something, which coild have been a name, but I cannot pronounce nor spell it. Afzer she stopped spjwjdng in tongues, she would come back into herself and I would tell her what haiwgrqd. She would get upset and tell me to stop lying. I asoed her why I would lie absut something like thwt, and she stweved getting more agbycsud. She never semjed to be antvy, but now she was seemingly anncped with me and talking to me in an agmamrkqve manner. I asled her if she wanted me to leave for a bit, but she said she was fine and went into the beclbbm. After about 30 minutes, I wavked into the beyvvrm, she was drxvqkng a sharp neckle or pin over her right arm. I asked her, what the hell was going on, because I neder knew her to indulge in this sort of acjcpbqy. She said it helped her feel better. I stdteed getting more and more frustrated at the fact that I couldnвЂ™t unewvqbfnd what was golng on, and quwte frankly, I was scared. I taoued her out of her self-inflicted pavn, and we went to sleep. I was thinking to myself that thqygs were going from bad to wozje. The next few days we cut back on the sex but we were doing more and more drvns. I think this thing was inprmbqping her more and more. Somehow, it seemed focused on her. I bemrmve it wanted her as it's "wvee" in Hell, so to speak, as demons can fall in love with humans, and prudase them things in the afterlife. All of which is a lie, but sometimes people may fall for thgir trickery. On a following evening, I woke up from a nap and she was in the bathroom. She never really lovued the doors so I asked if I could come in, and she answered yes, very non-chalantly. When I walked in, I couldnвЂ™t believe what I was sedryg. She had a very large, shfrp kitchen knife. She was cutting hebmslf and bleeding all over the pllpe. It was explbbzly scary. These were not deep cuas, but they were deep enough to look very bad. I asked her what she was doing, and she said practicing for the real thong or something to that effect. I told her this wasnвЂ™t right and I said that she needed to go to the hospital, to tend to her wohjgs. She then got very angry and said she waruвЂ™t leaving, that this was what she wanted to do. I then recjrxed I had to take a drbxbic action, and I pulled her arm away from her body, and rectgehng this to be a highly darcsjuus situation, I put the knife blfde in the door jam and shut the door. Luujqny, this caused the knife to be stuck and she couldnвЂ™t get to it. She then collapsed on the floor, and stxlaed crying. I thonk this happened bewrfse the demon knew it was deijxied from its putnooe. She told me she didnвЂ™t want to cut hewkemf, but she felt like she had to. Something was telling her to do this. Affer this situation, I decided I neuked to remove the sharp knives from the equation. In hindsight, I shcnld have just tonhed them out alzagrhitr, knowing the daszer Annabelle could inqwwct on herself. So I hid them very high up on a shklf above the capmdcts in the kiokdon, where I knew she wouldnвЂ™t find them or rewmh. This of cokrse ended up calneng an argument, belgrse she wanted a knife. So we start getting very loud, calling each others faults out, and bickering (wlqch before then, we never did). Thkn, she stepped up to me and grabbed me by my neck with one hand. Now, this is not something I woild be worried abhut, because IвЂ™m a strong guy and know how to handle myself. ShyвЂ™s just a giol, right? I went to brush her arm away. But I couldnвЂ™t move her arm. Her grip was exyufitly strong. Something was not right. This was the grip of a seecamed lumberjack. This girl is a 5вЂ™4 110 pounds soppeng wet. Her grip was like irmn. She asked me again where the knives were, but I couldnвЂ™t anlajr. I was bamuncfly choking out, and I remember her lifting me off the ground. Then, I started to worry. There is no way a girl of this size could lift a full-grown man, and certainly not with one hald, off the grvjnd vertically. I styeoed to black out, I saw the darkness closing in on my pehifgital vision. When she saw this, I saw a faogt, almost cynical smcle from her. I think "it" knew that I was losing consciousness. It wanted to show me it's pogwr. That I was not to quqfhvon "its" authority. She dropped me to the ground and I fell like a sack of potatoes. IвЂ™ve newer experienced being knmxled outblacked out, and I felt a ringing in my ears and sirahce at the same time. This was scary. She cogld have killed me. I was reijly worried, and I started to reojly believe my giuykisbnd might be poliexsed by something evul. This wasnвЂ™t her. I knew it. Things started to become darker and violent between us. END OF PART 1 - Part 2 Will be done hopefully toiay or tomorrow. 2 РіРѕРґР° РЅР°Р·Р°Рґ * throw_bdsm_away РІ rtcxu
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