Unwilling Bride: Bound To The Spirit Man

‘Am I a mistake? Because tell me why I’m unlucky with both physical men and spirit men?’ Damn Alisha you’re doomed to be a lonely fag! I hissed hysterically, dropping on the bed and putting on my headphones, tuning into my favorite music that helps ease my sadness. Suddenly the space next to me on the bed dropped in, at the same time the hairs on my body all stood as a cold chill appeared all over my body. ‘Oh God, not again. I won’t open my eyes, I pray I won’t see its true form. What have I gotten myself into? ’ ‘Why always me?’ I asked, literally shaking as I knew that I wasn’t alone in my room, it’s here again for the countless times I couldn’t even remember, perhaps I’ve lost count. It’s like he lives with me, no, inside me. Argh!! No privacy. Could he be hearing my thoughts? I was enraged, getting fed up with all this. Yet, I had no balls to call him out to know what it wants, why it’s in my space like all the time. ‘Alisha chilax, you don’t even know if it’s a man, yes, but it digs you at night and you can’t reject him. Then what if it’s a man or not? ’ I said internally, my mind was a shithole of mess that couldn’t form a reasonable thought. My eyes were still shut, my being literally shaking, my whole body hot like my soul was about to leave me when suddenly the part of the bed that dropped in felt less weighty after letting out a creak. At that point, I knew it was gone as a wave of relief washed over me and my heartbeat settled. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked around the room and it was normal just like nothing had happened, and I was still alone in this massive room. I took a deep breath and trembled for the last time and huffed. ‘When is this thing going to end?’ I asked, still not able to get used to this intrusion. Y’all might be wondering what that was? Clearly, I don’t know what it is and I’m so scared to ask what it was. But it has been showing up since my teens, I can still clearly remember it like yesterday. The first time it came to me, in my sleep and in my room while I was sleeping on the same bed with my sister Benita. Almost near dawn, at that point I was no longer sleeping, but not yet risen from bed as usual. Apparently, before I finally woke up, I had to meditate before getting up fully to get ready for junior high. At that time I didn’t know how it happened, but it happened so fast that my eyes opened and right in front of me was a blaring red eye staring right back at me exactly at 5:00am. Headless, faceless, and with no body or form. Just red eyes in the darkness looking at me like it was watching over me, as if it belongs there. I stiffened, my head swelled from fear as cold sweat broke out from every part of my body, and I trembled, my teeth literally jittering that if my sister Benita was awake she could hear it. In a split second, I pulled up the blanket used to cover my body over my head, still shuddering like I’m going to break. At that moment, I thought I would die as I had always been the child who was afraid of spooky eerie things. “Oh, God! Save me! Protect me!” I said in my mind continuously while still trembling, my heart pounding like a drum about to burst. At some point, all my body has gone cold, my heart dropping low in my belly, drenched in cold sweat while holding the blanket tightly so as not to let whatever with those red eyes pull or drag it off. Like a curious possessed little thing, I pulled off the blanket slowly trying to peep. Right then, I found out the red eyes were gone. It was like it knew it scared me and had left in that moment but I was so scared to have known that. In the next moment, I took a deep breath and blamed myself for watching too many horror movies and yet, freaking out easily. While in that sense, I hadn’t watched a horror movie last night and in the week, but anything to make me relieved and calm. And just like that it worked, as that was more believable for a thirteen-year-old than overthinking it, like I was seeing things. No one would believe me, not my father or my siblings, I’m already weird enough so I decided not to tell them and move on with the incident. However, it didn’t stop there. It became bolder with visits from subtle appearing and vanishing in a moment to daring company. At the same time, while I was still in high school, it visited one night, a night I’d never forget as it’s ingrained in my mind, my thoughts, and my soul. That night, I felt my body go stiff, a hotness enveloping my whole being as if a hot fluid was poured on me. I couldn’t move because I was supposed to be asleep, yet somehow my mind remained awakened and aware of his arrival. His footsteps were heavy on the marble tile with each step he took, and it vibrated my heart in my stomach. Before I could even tell what was happening, I felt my body turned by an invisible hand, like I was blown by a wind, and in a flash, I was lying on my back. Guess it’s my soul, not my literal body that was still on its belly sleeping but feeling every part of this. Suddenly it laid on the bed, carried me up to his groin, and slipped his bulge into me. As a girl who hadn’t known a man in her life, I felt no pain but bliss, the hard on slipping through my coochie. Getting bigger and bigger. Perhaps, it could be because my body wasn’t engaged or a party to this, but my soul was an active participant that rode and grinded like she has been doing it for years. An expert in it. I felt it all, the hardness, the hotness of energy as it intensified while I lay numbed, asleep, but aware of the escapades they used my body for. “Argh! Alisha stop thinking of that!” I said, crossing my legs as my lower body itched and throbbed from past pleasure and need for a release.