This past spring break, so April-May, my boyfriend and I took a road trip to see my best friend who lived in another state. I hadn't seen her in sometime and this was my chance to not only see her and other friends, but to get the coveted best friend approval.
When we arrived at her boyfriend's house, we realized we were in the middle of nowhere. He and I lived in the city and now we were in bible belt country...country. The house was hand built and old, probably built during the late 70s and my besties boyfriend's family had lived in it. Lots of religious pictures hanging around, and boyfriend and I are Atheist.
Our bedroom was the guest room. There was an old rocking chair and a four poster bed, and a quilt on the bed.
Now, fast forward to the middle of the night, on the first night there. I woke in a sleepy haze, not really sure if I were awake or dreaming. The room is dark and the moon is coming through the window. I'm looking around the room and I have the unexplainable fear like someone is watching me. I can see that the door is closed. My boyfriend d is asleep next to me, my friends are asleep as well. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep despite the fear that I shouldn't.
I wake up again and there was a black figure on my side of the bed. I don't know how to explain it, but it was an older gentleman, grandfatherly, but malicious. I can feel him touching me. I can feel his...hands? on my arm and leg, going to my thigh. I'm paralized. I remember thinking "no, stop" but they wouldn't come out. It was like I was fighting to push open a door, but someone else was pushing back.
I pass out again and this time I wake up to the feeling of him kissing my lips. I feel the hands on me again and I remember trying to call for my boyfriend. In my mind, I was screaming for him, but it felt like I was drugged. So I could do nothing.
I pass out again and this time I manage to push myself to my boyfriend's side of the bed. I spent the rest of the night in and out of sleep terrified to fall asleep completely. I felt him in the room watching me but he never again tried to touch me
Morning came and I was shaken. I didn't tell my boyfriend the details, but he didn't question me when I closed the ajar closet door and pushed the rocking chair against it.
Two days later, my bestie and I are outside talking while she is smoking. The topic was on the paranormal, and I didn't bring it up tying to tell her. We just had that as our topic. She says she feels something in the house and its an older man, but not a kind one. My face goes white and I tell her about my first night.
The look she gave me sent a shiver down my spine. She pulled her cigarette from her lips and said, "He did that to me, too." Then she described, to a T, the figure who violated me
There were only four of us in the house, and two dogs. I slept cuddled to my boyfriend the rest of the trip. He never came back.
TL;DR: spring break trip to out of state friend. First night there, creepy old man ghost keeps me up, terrified and screaming silently for my boyfriend as he inappropriately touches me. Two days later, tell friend the details, she says he tried to do the same to her when she first slept there, and the proceeded to describe the figure to a T.