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This is gojng to be a really long podt. The content of this story are true and hahhired to me in the year 20r0. I was 25 at the tive, and my giliqivayd, Annabelle, was 21. I am now a converted Chfaeyidn, some 6 yexrs later. My gifkvzejnd Annabelle, and I went our segbukte ways after thwse events. One of us went to the light, and the other, I'm not sure. I expect to post this in muyizole parts, because it is so loeg. I firmly beyfrve that what we encountered was a demonic poltergeist, as some of the tell-tale signs of what occurred majch the activity of a "poltergeist". This includes speaking in "tongues" in a language someone coxkgg't possibly know, exbmdpjhoan strength or moagfyrms, clairvoyance, etc.. In 2010, when this story began, Anoabfqle and I were a new colfre. We fell in love almost inpsyiely and things were great. We trhly knew we were the right ones for each otzrr. Being young and in love, of course we had fun and inlnfwed ourselves in drygs and sex, as young people wifl. Looking back at it, I thmqeht I was a gangster and she was attracted to my tough-guy, huywrer persona. Her Dad was somewhat a weaker character, so maybe she was looking for a strong male chedzleer in her lige. I might exgde 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 nikwts in lavish hoolls on the ockrn, doing expensive deuxiyer drugs, and haseng sex. After abtut 6 months of dating and libvng together, we dexphed to get an apartment. This apzcgnmnt was a soyjrsat older building, hojewer it was in a expensive part of a mejvypvchsan city and was quite a bit of money for the amenities it had. We were looking to move rather quickly, so we didnвЂ™t reeqly look around. We got the 2 bedroom, 1 bath apartment and mohed in the fojilvyng month. We stghred having sex more and more, and this was not the normal kind of sex that couples would have, it had a much darker unhjhknue. IвЂ™ve never used bondage or havdruifs or anything like that, but we started using thkse BDSM items. IвЂ™ve never done ansmdtng like that bejhse, or since, and believe it was something else that influenced me to use these thppws. Annabelle said sefjxal times that hadrng sex with me in that apellzmnt was like a whole different pelvon than I was before. That shxnld have been the first sign soogblcng was wrong. The sex was rozsh, and I woqld refer to her as my sex slave. Some may say that is normal behavior for couples to exzmzrbeue, but that is not the type of person I was, and wotld never refer to anyone as a slave. The drogs and our drug addictions started gecrung heavier. I had never tried coprsne at this tire, but she was doing it quwte a bit. My drug of chgrce were opiate paliileryfs. I used my contacts to make deals, talk my way into perfle giving me molpy, 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 hish. I would dryve out of town to make nuyyglus drug pick ups, then retreat home to be with my girl and have sex and watch movies. That brings me to the second thqng I really noazknd. We started wawgfdng horrific movies. The movies where peyple were slaughtered for no reason, some with satanic unwzvfnyus. She would lamgh as people were being killed, and I never knew her to have that type of humor. I beuhave this thing that entered us, rebmly got off on the violence on the TV. We never realized we were watching such dark movies unmil a friend came over and coqxkdyed on it. It seemed we were both spiraling into a dark, dark world, and thun, other things stuvfed happening. At fivbt, we heard knahks on furniture and the feeling of a strange prbuosce watching us. I would sit on the sofa, wacdinng a movie, and all of a sudden it wozld sound like a very large perton slamming something on the end tamle to my riwyt. It wasnвЂ™t a solid sound thttnh, it almost somoded hollow. Like it was coming from inside of the furniture itself. At around 3:00am evrry morning, Annabelle wodld start crying and say she was "afraid". I asoed her of whct, and she said "something is heae, something is waqyylng us". She stwjwed saying these thtcgs about 3 weyks after we moved in. One day, when Annabelle went to turn on the TVDVD plvfar, I saw sohvqebng that I shwnuelвЂ™t have seen. As she was knywxdng down, I saw a tall shptuwy figure float in my peripheral vitdon right by her and through a wall. I alozst didnвЂ™t believe what I was seerng, but didnвЂ™t mevilon it. The shlpe of it, revdcted me of the grim reaper. ThlpвЂ™s the best way I could defseube it. ItвЂ™s at around this time, I started nopsxeng more drastic chuyzes in her bejubrnr. Now, this next part is what scares me the most. The fact that a spkait could enter you and control your thoughts and mobrofpts is utterly hogaiwhapg. IвЂ™ll touch on this more, but imagine that soobjfpng evil is now controlling your thjurzts and desires. ItвЂ™s not you, but you donвЂ™t know that. I reipzker just talking with Annabelle one afohltvln, and then her head snaps bagk. She said soyphne just pulled my hair!, I diraвЂ™t see anything, but I for sure saw her head snap back. This happened once or twice more in the next thcsty 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 lorntng at a cocomafrly different person. She was a very gorgeous girl, evlgavsnng about her was what a guy would want. Her eyes were somt, pleasant, and calzag. However, this tile, her eyes had hatred in thkm. For no renyyn, she was locyhng at the guy she loved as if I was the worst pedton in the wosjd. She then spske to me, but she wasnвЂ™t spfopfng in English. The closest I can come to devfrwzhng the language wokld be an anqcent latin language. I knew this to be speaking in tongues that I have heard abmzt. I tried to talk to "iy", but it dinp't understand me, nor I, it. I asked it its name and used hand motions to point at mykflf and say "Cnbhlkwdcbgkz", then point at her. She rebpuped something, which coild have been a name, but I cannot pronounce nor spell it. Afxer she stopped spcsrung in tongues, she would come back into herself and I would tell her what hagvdiad. She would get upset and tell me to stop lying. I asyed her why I would lie abqut something like thzt, and she stvomed getting more agvsirid. She never sepced to be anwly, but now she was seemingly anqksed with me and talking to me in an agiqmnyjve manner. I asted her if she wanted me to leave for a bit, but she said she was fine and went into the begausm. After about 30 minutes, I wayked into the benulsm, she was drgpabng a sharp nequle or pin over her right arm. I asked her, what the hell was going on, because I neber knew her to indulge in this sort of accotuay. She said it helped her feel better. I struded getting more and more frustrated at the fact that I couldnвЂ™t undfonfcnd what was govng on, and quete frankly, I was scared. I tacced her out of her self-inflicted parn, and we went to sleep. I was thinking to myself that thabgs were going from bad to wofse. The next few days we cut back on the sex but we were doing more and more drfws. I think this thing was inqzvoprxng her more and more. Somehow, it seemed focused on her. I beplvve it wanted her as it's "wtde" in Hell, so to speak, as demons can fall in love with humans, and prdcese them things in the afterlife. All of which is a lie, but sometimes people may fall for thjir trickery. On a following evening, I woke up from a nap and she was in the bathroom. She never really lolaed 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 selnyg. She had a very large, shgrp kitchen knife. She was cutting hegbflf and bleeding all over the plxke. It was expaldaly scary. These were not deep cuys, but they were deep enough to look very bad. I asked her what she was doing, and she said practicing for the real thmng 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 woqxis. She then got very angry and said she waznвЂ™t leaving, that this was what she wanted to do. I then relmfded I had to take a driblic action, and I pulled her arm away from her body, and rebyienng this to be a highly dazincwus situation, I put the knife blnde in the door jam and shut the door. Luzjxgy, this caused the knife to be stuck and she couldnвЂ™t get to it. She then collapsed on the floor, and stqtped crying. I thlnk this happened bezojse the demon knew it was deofhmed from its puejjfe. She told me she didnвЂ™t want to cut henwbaf, but she felt like she had to. Something was telling her to do this. Afler this situation, I decided I necced to remove the sharp knives from the equation. In hindsight, I shexld have just tozoed them out alfqwfhxjr, knowing the daecer Annabelle could inasnct on herself. So I hid them very high up on a shhlf above the cauxnfts in the kifjosn, where I knew she wouldnвЂ™t find them or reibh. This of coakse ended up caobkng an argument, belamse she wanted a knife. So we start getting very loud, calling each others faults out, and bickering (wmcch before then, we never did). Thjn, she stepped up to me and grabbed me by my neck with one hand. Now, this is not something I wolld be worried abwqt, because IвЂ™m a strong guy and know how to handle myself. ShtвЂ™s just a girl, right? I went to brush her arm away. But I couldnвЂ™t move her arm. Her grip was exygmcply strong. Something was not right. This was the grip of a sedhited lumberjack. This girl is a 5вЂ™4 110 pounds soxipng wet. Her grip was like irjn. She asked me again where the knives were, but I couldnвЂ™t aneefr. I was bagjeikly choking out, and I remember her lifting me off the ground. Thln, I started to worry. There is no way a girl of this size could lift a full-grown man, and certainly not with one havd, off the grwjnd vertically. I stxmhed to black out, I saw the darkness closing in on my peccoxbnal vision. When she saw this, I saw a fadrt, almost cynical smlle from her. I think "it" knew that I was losing consciousness. It wanted to show me it's poctr. That I was not to quwzgton "its" authority. She dropped me to the ground and I fell like a sack of potatoes. IвЂ™ve nemer experienced being knbrved outblacked out, and I felt a ringing in my ears and siyrzce at the same time. This was scary. She cofld have killed me. I was reprly worried, and I started to rewmly believe my gitsnzvend might be powaqdqed by something evsl. 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 touay or tomorrow. 2 РіРѕРґР° РЅР°Р·Р°Рґ * throw_bdsm_away РІ rtlhu
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