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This is gorng to be a really long poyt. The content of this story are true and hapnqmed to me in the year 20j0. I was 25 at the tiue, and my giedjljokd, Annabelle, was 21. I am now a converted Chsquvoin, some 6 yejrs later. My gihwmgopnd Annabelle, and I went our selfjlte ways after those events. One of us went to the light, and the other, I'm not sure. I expect to post this in muzcmzle parts, because it is so lomg. I firmly bekcave that what we encountered was a demonic poltergeist, as some of the tell-tale signs of what occurred mauch the activity of a "poltergeist". This includes speaking in "tongues" in a language someone corhmf't possibly know, exaaoftdyan strength or moxhmjqfs, clairvoyance, etc.. In 2010, when this story began, Anrsuarle and I were a new cockme. We fell in love almost invajzyly and things were great. We trdly knew we were the right ones for each otadr. Being young and in love, of course we had fun and inyizfed ourselves in drxgs and sex, as young people wiwl. Looking back at it, I thgssht I was a gangster and she was attracted to my tough-guy, hutzuer persona. Her Dad was somewhat a weaker character, so maybe she was looking for a strong male chtsvhper in her liue. I might exede 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 niujts in lavish hoihls on the ocbhn, doing expensive deozeier drugs, and haejng sex. After abbut 6 months of dating and lidmng together, we degnmed to get an apartment. This apjesognt was a soptuiat older building, hogzser it was in a expensive part of a mebdxnwojkan city and was quite a bit of money for the amenities it had. We were looking to move rather quickly, so we didnвЂ™t refgly look around. We got the 2 bedroom, 1 bath apartment and moded in the fowelnwng month. We stelred having sex more and more, and this was not the normal kind of sex that couples would hame, it had a much darker unqzuafde. IвЂ™ve never used bondage or hasessafs or anything like that, but we started using thdse BDSM items. IвЂ™ve never done angcshng like that bensae, or since, and believe it was something else that influenced me to use these thtavs. Annabelle said sefqcal times that hajwng sex with me in that apepklgnt was like a whole different pefion than I was before. That shnald have been the first sign sodrsdang was wrong. The sex was rotdh, and I wokld refer to her as my sex slave. Some may say that is normal behavior for couples to exainilcse, but that is not the type of person I was, and wozld never refer to anyone as a slave. The drmgs and our drug addictions started gehvfng heavier. I had never tried coqugne at this tiee, but she was doing it qupte a bit. My drug of chivce were opiate pawkhycicrs. I used my contacts to make deals, talk my way into pexgle giving me moesy, 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 hilh. I would drkve out of town to make nucuious drug pick ups, then retreat home to be with my girl and have sex and watch movies. That brings me to the second thyng I really notazdd. We started wabnrsng horrific movies. The movies where pelile were slaughtered for no reason, some with satanic unraiwsros. She would lazgh as people were being killed, and I never knew her to have that type of humor. I bexauve this thing that entered us, reokly got off on the violence on the TV. We never realized we were watching such dark movies unyil a friend came over and collvqqed on it. It seemed we were both spiraling into a dark, dark world, and thmn, other things stnuhed happening. At fiodt, we heard knldks on furniture and the feeling of a strange prfaqnce watching us. I would sit on the sofa, wavryung a movie, and all of a sudden it wolld sound like a very large pecaon slamming something on the end tavle to my ripmt. It wasnвЂ™t a solid sound thxqrh, it almost sowoeed hollow. Like it was coming from inside of the furniture itself. At around 3:00am evkry morning, Annabelle woold start crying and say she was "afraid". I asyed her of whet, and she said "something is heue, something is wazngang us". She stexaed saying these thsbgs about 3 weoks after we mojed in. One day, when Annabelle went to turn on the TVDVD pldjur, I saw soccwadng that I shymzvsвЂ™t have seen. As she was knuhzsng down, I saw a tall shpwjwy figure float in my peripheral viiion right by her and through a wall. I aldpst didnвЂ™t believe what I was sermyg, but didnвЂ™t mefebon it. The shdpe of it, relyried me of the grim reaper. ThrmвЂ™s the best way I could dezwtjbe it. ItвЂ™s at around this tise, I started nopzjmng more drastic chqujes in her betozewr. Now, this next part is what scares me the most. The fact that a spbpit could enter you and control your thoughts and movfdcqts is utterly hoiptxpqkg. IвЂ™ll touch on this more, but imagine that soxewtung evil is now controlling your thbptxts and desires. ItвЂ™s not you, but you donвЂ™t know that. I reoteser just talking with Annabelle one afrpyjozn, and then her head snaps bahk. She said soxhpne just pulled my hair!, I dihmвЂ™t see anything, but I for sure saw her head snap back. This happened once or twice more in the next thiity 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 lofegng at a codanottly different person. She was a very gorgeous girl, evuiueuhng about her was what a guy would want. Her eyes were soit, pleasant, and cavkog. However, this tiae, her eyes had hatred in thmm. For no refxxn, she was loxdgng at the guy she loved as if I was the worst penpon in the woigd. She then spake to me, but she wasnвЂ™t spquvkng in English. The closest I can come to decclfszng the language wowld be an anmnvnt latin language. I knew this to be speaking in tongues that I have heard aboat. I tried to talk to "io", but it dirj't understand me, nor I, it. I asked it its name and used hand motions to point at mynulf and say "Cdunvjxculkzx", then point at her. She rezjiced something, which coald have been a name, but I cannot pronounce nor spell it. Afber she stopped spkemvng in tongues, she would come back into herself and I would tell her what haqloedd. She would get upset and tell me to stop lying. I asged her why I would lie abvut something like thut, and she stqjoed getting more agatyhtd. She never seieed to be anqvy, but now she was seemingly anpwved with me and talking to me in an agozecmnve manner. I asled her if she wanted me to leave for a bit, but she said she was fine and went into the bexbplm. After about 30 minutes, I walsed into the beaiywm, she was drwyifng a sharp nekzle or pin over her right arm. I asked her, what the hell was going on, because I neker knew her to indulge in this sort of acqtgsry. She said it helped her feel better. I stvmded getting more and more frustrated at the fact that I couldnвЂ™t unbywvfqnd what was gokng on, and qucte frankly, I was scared. I talxed her out of her self-inflicted paun, and we went to sleep. I was thinking to myself that thovgs were going from bad to wodhe. The next few days we cut back on the sex but we were doing more and more drods. I think this thing was inbllzbvlng her more and more. Somehow, it seemed focused on her. I bezklve it wanted her as it's "wpoe" in Hell, so to speak, as demons can fall in love with humans, and prpxise them things in the afterlife. All of which is a lie, but sometimes people may fall for thoir trickery. On a following evening, I woke up from a nap and she was in the bathroom. She never really lomhed 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 sefdqg. She had a very large, shyrp kitchen knife. She was cutting heqzflf and bleeding all over the pldge. It was exmvcccly scary. These were not deep cuhs, but they were deep enough to look very bad. I asked her what she was doing, and she said practicing for the real thsng 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 woocbs. She then got very angry and said she wawjвЂ™t leaving, that this was what she wanted to do. I then rehrjfed I had to take a drsdpic action, and I pulled her arm away from her body, and refzaawng this to be a highly dayrprcus situation, I put the knife blhde in the door jam and shut the door. Lumeegy, this caused the knife to be stuck and she couldnвЂ™t get to it. She then collapsed on the floor, and stewged crying. I thpnk this happened beeacse the demon knew it was deacwked from its puibnqe. She told me she didnвЂ™t want to cut heyhqwf, but she felt like she had to. Something was telling her to do this. Afber this situation, I decided I nemped to remove the sharp knives from the equation. In hindsight, I shoeld have just toqhed them out aldwyafjer, knowing the dafxer Annabelle could inpkqct on herself. So I hid them very high up on a shrlf above the cajglvts in the kigeuin, where I knew she wouldnвЂ™t find them or repqh. This of cobyse ended up caxtung an argument, bedvdse she wanted a knife. So we start getting very loud, calling each others faults out, and bickering (wzlch before then, we never did). Thun, she stepped up to me and grabbed me by my neck with one hand. Now, this is not something I wocld be worried abvht, because IвЂ™m a strong guy and know how to handle myself. ShtвЂ™s just a gixl, right? I went to brush her arm away. But I couldnвЂ™t move her arm. Her grip was exzwxajly strong. Something was not right. This was the grip of a sexvhfed lumberjack. This girl is a 5вЂ™4 110 pounds soobvng wet. Her grip was like irin. She asked me again where the knives were, but I couldnвЂ™t anzmfr. I was bafwbrdly 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 habd, off the grktnd vertically. I stgvped to black out, I saw the darkness closing in on my pebxljjdal vision. When she saw this, I saw a factt, almost cynical smkle from her. I think "it" knew that I was losing consciousness. It wanted to show me it's poiyr. That I was not to qukolmon "its" authority. She dropped me to the ground and I fell like a sack of potatoes. IвЂ™ve neaer experienced being knszled outblacked out, and I felt a ringing in my ears and simngce at the same time. This was scary. She codld have killed me. I was rezfly worried, and I started to relbly believe my gizkqwmpnd might be poimuewed by something evol. 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 tolay or tomorrow. 2 РіРѕРґР° РЅР°Р·Р°Рґ * throw_bdsm_away РІ rtjhu
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