I’ve had some similar experiences like yours. I would go to sleep and I would see demons in my dreams dressed in black capes. I could never see their faces because the dreams would be blurry.
These demons would hold me down where I could not wake up. If I did wake up I wasn’t sure if I was woke or not. My eyes could see very vague and I would be trembling in fear while seeing demons standing in my bedroom door. This went on for about a year and then stopped.
Then the sexual assaults started. These assault always seem to happen in my bedroom. The first time it happened I was being held down but I couldn’t see what was holding me down. Something moved over top of me and I felt something penetrate my vagina, and started to sexually assault me. I nearly threw up.
Whatever type of demon this is, (still assaulting me to this day) was very bold. This demon would take sex from me when he wanted any time of the day. I felt like I was trapped because I had no where else to go. Six months later I met and married my husband, and we bought a house. No demons! I thought I was scott free but no, Here they come again.
At this point the demons are joining in with my husband and my intercourse. (I’m sorry) During oral sex the demons would have sex with me while my husband did me.
When I am alone the bastards feel they can enter me any time they feel like it. All of this took place in my bedroom and for a long time I would not sleep in my room. I eventually went back into my room.
I always feel like I’m being watch. I even thought I was losing my mind behind this crap. I started thinking it could be aliens; all kinds of crap! All I know is I’m tired of this. I don’t have a normal sex life because I’m continually being sexually assaulted and can’t enjoy my husband.
I would lay in my bed at night and see all types of movements around the room (like shadows) I’ve even saw shadows of penises on the wall. I started to think I was skitzo but, I told myself there is nothing wrong with me.
I have been thinking this is something a human being is doing to me. I don’t know where it’s coming from.