Encounter with an incubus.

This one shot is based on the experiences of a lady whose story I came across once. It's basically my version of her paranormal romance and I sincerely hope you enjoy what I've written.

July 18th, 1988.

A six-year-old girl held her father's hand as they walked to the park. The man led his daughter towards the colorful swings and she excitedly picked a yellow one to sit on. He laughed heartily, "Oh Lizzy! You never tire of those swings, do you?" The girl shook her head laughing with her father.
He pushed the swings and Elizabeth squealed "Higher, daddy! Higher!"

She was giddy with joy. Oh, how she loved the feeling of propelling through the air!
Suddenly, a few of her father's friends called out his name and motioned him over. "I'll be back Liz, stay here. Don't go running off!"
Elizabeth nodded as her father left her. He walked to his friends and they got talking. She looked around the park. A few children played on the seesaws, but she didn't know them. Forgetting about her father's instructions, she wandered to the far end of the park – a place she had never explored before. And what she saw blew her mind away!
"More swings!" She yelled out to no one in particular and ran towards the swings. She chose a red one this time.
She tried to swing forward, but her little legs couldn't reach the ground. She realized that it wasn't as fun when there was no one to push her. After a few moments, she felt the swing being pushed forward gently, as someone caressed her hair. Obviously, she thought her father was back and exclaimed, "Daddy higher! Please, I want to touch the sky!"
So higher and higher she went, laughing with delight. She was having the time of her life.
When she finally got off the swing, she turned around to give her dad a hug.
But to her surprise, he wasn't there…
Frowning, she looked around for him. "Daddy! Daddy, where are you?" she called out as she stumbled away from the swings.
She spotted her father chatting jovially with his friends – in the same place he was before she'd wandered off by herself. She felt as if her mind was playing tricks on her. She didn't understand.
"Daddy, I want to go home," she said, tugging on his pants.
"What's wrong, Liz? Are you alright?" He asked, concerned.
"I'm fine…I just want to go home," She whispered softly.
Bidding adieu to his friends, her father took her hand and led her out of the park. When they'd walked a short distance, Elizabeth looked over her shoulder and noticed the little red swing gently rocking back and forth. Whether it was the wind, or something else altogether, Lizzy didn't know…

Present Day

October 4th, 2010

My name is Elizabeth Warren. I'm twenty-six and happily married to my wonderful husband Philip. He's a businessman, and frequently goes on long trips for his company. It's been three weeks since I'd seen him last, though we speak on the phone every day. It's hard to live alone. I come home to an empty house everyday and I miss Philip terribly. We'd fallen in love a few years ago and married last year. Our wedding was perfect.

I work as the manager of a small boutique down town, and the pay is incredible. But as they say, you may have all the money in the world, and still feel incomplete. Don't get me wrong, Philip is amazing, but I lately I've been missing our connection. Maybe it was the distance that kept him away from home so often, or maybe I'd started to want too much. Whatever the reason, I wanted to fix it. I wanted to have a baby.

December 29th, 2010.

I'm pregnant.
I still can't believe I am even typing those words.

When my husband returned last month, we...well, we did the deed. And by some miracle, now I'm pregnant!

I'd taken an appointment at Dr. Erickson's a few days ago. At first I thought the morning sickness was because I'd eaten something wrong. But when the doctor walked into the exam room that day, she skipped the normal pleasantries and practically blurted out, "Congratulations! You're pregnant!" I was completely stunned and taken aback.
While that wasn't exactly the news I'd been expecting to hear at that moment, joy and excitement quickly replaced my stunned expression.
"For real?" I replied weakly.
"Oh yes! 100 percent for real!" the doctor almost chuckled. The nurse then chimed in as well, "The pregnancy test was a positive, and then we ran the blood work. You are definitely pregnant my dear!" The doctor then advised me to make an appointment with my OB/GYN as soon as possible.
The first thing I did right then and there was call Philip, who was in France, sealing some deals. Honey!" I practically screamed into the phone, "You're not going to believe this! I'm pregnant!"
I didn't even give the poor guy any warning. Nada. Zip. I just 'laid it on him' right there in the doctor's office. First there was a long silence (maybe 10 seconds). At first, I thought the connection was lost, but then I heard a very nervous man say "Wow! Uhh. Gee honey that's awesome!" I could tell he was very nervous and more than a little shocked. It was normal for him to be surprised, right? I pushed aside my doubts and embraced the elated feeling that I was going to be a mother.

About a week after going to my primary care doctor, I was able to schedule an "emergency" appointment to my OB/GYN. He had me booked for an ultrasound.

The ultrasound revealed that I was more than 9 weeks along! But I wasn't even showing or anything. I guess 9 weeks is still kind of early, but still. That's pretty amazing. My eyes filled with joyful tears as I looked at the first images coming through the screen.
I immediately asked for a video, and the lady told me that their machine was older and she didn't have ability. "What about a picture?" I asked. She told me that was possible, so I had to be content with a picture. I scanned the photo as soon as I could, and e-mailed my husband. He didn't show any signs of excitement like I'd expected him to and that disappointed me.

I got home from work at about 7.45 PM today and took a shower. I was really tired, and I just wanted to get into something comfortable, grab a bite to eat and climb into bed. When I was done, I wrapped myself in the towel and walked into the master bedroom. While I slipped into my nightgown, my thoughts turned to my husband and how we hadn't seen each other in what seemed like several weeks. I then really began to feel a longing for him. The house was quiet without him and I felt very lonely all of the sudden. I sat down on the edge of the bed. Almost immediately, the air became electrically charged, with a particularly kind of eerie energy in the room. I don't know how to explain it…but after a few minutes, I convinced myself that I was imagining things. Thinking I would just rest my eyes for little while before dinner, I switched off the light and lay back onto the bed.

Suddenly, I felt another sharp electrical chill in the air and I quite literally jolted awake. Startled, I opened my eyes and saw a shadowy figure sitting on the edge of my bed. I was scared stiff. I tried to reach for the light switch when I realized I couldn't move a muscle. Now let me tell you, I am terrified of the dark. Even if it's daytime, I freak out in a dark room. So you can only imagine how afraid I was right then. I couldn't blink, I couldn't move, I couldn't swallow. All I could think was – Whatever you are, please don't hurt me.
The figure didn't go away. It stayed there…I lost count of the hours that passed. But I know for sure that I didn't eat or fall asleep that night. As the sun began to rise, the shadow slowly disappeared. I let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. What in the name of the Lord had just happened?

The following night.

10.46 pm.

My day was relatively stress free, as I kept myself busy at the boutique. I had managed to convince myself that last night had NOT happened. There was no darkness and no shadow. It was all in my head.

Taking off my slippers, I got into bed, under the covers. Ah, cozy. I sniffed the warm scent of my blankets, wishing Philip were here with me.

My eyes were about to close. All of a sudden, I could feel hands all over me. Touching me. Feeling me. I was unable to move or cry out.

The feeling was warm instead cold and it felt as if someone was really there. It only lasted a few minutes and then it was completely over. I had come to the conclusion that I was simply hallucinating.

I pushed away the thought that I might be going crazy, and attempted to fall asleep. My eyes closed eventually and I drifted to sleep.

And then it began again.

Hands. All over my body.

My eyes jolted open and there it was. A gray shadow with shiny golden eyes. An incubus. It was strange because I was asleep and I didn't experience any footsteps or anything (like most people do during an incubus attack). I remember waking up and BAM there he was, smiling at me. What was weird is that, I wasn't paralyzed (at first). He was at the end of my bed, almost on his stomach in pouncing mode. I freaked out and THEN I couldn't move. He grabbed the blankets I was laying on and jerked them his way so I was underneath him. And he wouldn't stop smiling and staring at me. He wasn't smokey like MOST incubus' are. But he didn't have any color to him (he was all grays and blacks.) Except those eyes.

I felt the creature suddenly wanted to gratify itself, and in the process, use my body to do it. I was horrified at the prospect, but I couldn't move. He held by my wrists, but not in a harmful or forceful way. I don't ever recall being scared. But I remember that my eyes were rolled back hard, and that my back was arched up very high. I tried screaming but all I could hear was a faint whisper. I then was back in bed, but it was this time I felt like I was having sex, but I wasn't scared...
And it left no bruises or scratches on my body. I only recall seeing the figure of a man, but I couldn't actually see him only a black figure. But again, he did not scare me. Though I do know that he was in control over the situation.
Over the course of what seemed like several minutes, the creature began to stimulate my breasts and nipples. It accomplished this task by charging the air around the top of my breasts to act almost like fingertips in a way (I can't describe it any more than that). While the stimulation felt really good, I could inwardly sense it only did this as a means to further stimulate me down there, so as to further enhance its own pleasure.

Now, let me tell you, I am a happily married, faithful woman. I have NEVER cheated (or even thought about cheating) on my husband. I refused over and over, but it persisted. I could feel a kind of an impatience with this creature. Plus, it felt like a male. Other spiritual entities did not particularly exhibit male tendencies or traits. This one clearly did. I didn't like where this event was leading so I attempted to pray. Unfortunately, I forgot the prayers I had known since a child, and the being began to overshadow my body. What happened next was nothing short of amazing. The spiritual presence grew more intense, and I felt the air literally caress my toes, legs, and then my inner thighs. I could literally feel swirls of energy whirl around me as a sensation began to form over my mid-section. Then everything was still for about a minute or so. Streams of current flowed through me, and I felt very desired by this creature. Again, I really felt it asserting a male trait over me. And then, within a moment, I knew that IT knew I was pregnant. Suddenly, rage and anger filled the room. It no longer sought any kind of mutual pleasure. Rather, it only sought to fulfill its own selfish desires, and I could clearly feel this.

It was then that I had my first contraction. It was fairly strong, although it wasn't an orgasm per se. What I mean, is that it felt really good, but it was definitely NOT an orgasm. At the same time, however, I immediately felt it this contraction immensely pleased the being that was shadowed over top of me. It succeeded in doing this several more times before moving on, with each time giving the creature a tighter formation.
With this happening to me, and as more time passed, I gradually felt the sensation down there tighten and intensify. Swirls of energy began to move in and out of me very rapidly. I could feel the creature's gratification was building, and I felt powerless to do anything about it. So, I just decided to hang on for the ride, and let whatever happen just happen. After what seemed like about five or six minutes, I felt my body physically shake.
Then, as if someone turned on a light switch, I suddenly felt ALL of this creature's anger; rage, frustration, and desire explode into me, funneling down there in one instance. I literally felt a super wave surge of heat and tingling contractions hit my like a water facet down there. The heat was so intense; it began to roll throughout my body. I climaxed. The orgasm was so intense that I was able to clench each hand it a fist. The orgasm just rolled around inside me for several seconds. It was amazing. Less than two seconds later, I was able to climax a second time. This second orgasm was even more intense then the first. It felt so good, I actually moaned very loudly. Now, I want to say for the record, I NEVER moan. Not ever. But this was different somehow. Then when I collapsed into my pillows, it felt like there was someone lying next to me. And as I lay there, I felt cuddled and smothered and it was really loving and nice. I felt him kissing my body and he pulled my head slightly to the side and kissed my lips. There was no more rage in him, no more pent up frustration.
I listened for talking, just anything, but I could only hear breathing.
And then I felt him leave. The experience was over. I fell asleep.

When I woke the next morning, my hips and privates felt very sore, and I could hardly get out of bed. Just to make absolutely sure nothing was wrong with the pregnancy, I immediately scheduled another emergency appointment to see my OB/GYN. After a thorough examination, he noted to me that he saw some slight vaginal tears. He asked me if me and husband were having a little too much "fun" in the past few nights. He winked. Scared and horrified, I replied that my husband was out of town, and I guess I might have been too vigorous while going at it alone. He chuckled and said nothing more about it. Otherwise, the news was good, the fetus was fine, and gave me a clean bill of health.

One month later.

I just got back from my 13-week ultrasound. The technician told me that she heard TWO sets of heartbeats! I am having twins! Well, not exactly. One fetus is much bigger than the other.
At first, my doctor was worried that the initial scans missed the second fetus all along, and that it was just developing at a much slower rate. But, then, after thoroughly comparing previous scans taken throughout my pregnancy, plus running more tests, the conclusion was this: One fetus is about 13 weeks, and the other is over 3 weeks along! I was not having twins per se. Instead, I had become pregnant twice! I was stunned. What did he mean pregnant twice? I asked the doctor how this was even possible.
He told me that I was one of those rare women who are able to ovulate while pregnant. The medical term for it is called Superfetation. He says this is very rare, but it also happens more often than one might think.

Now, to be fair, my husband and I last got together last month. I was trying to calm down.
Here I am carrying two babies, who have been conceived at totally different dates. I am still a bit overwhelmed and scared right now. I have not yet told my husband about this one. Even at 13 weeks, the doctor says it is hard to tell. When I pressed him and the ultrasound tech, they said it was likely I was having a girl. But, they also couldn't get a really clear look at the images this time around.
I was left with the obvious question: Was the second conception from my husband or from the incubus? While the overall sexual experience was great, the baggage associated with this creature was dreadful. I could feel its rage. It was almost a type of jealousy. But at the same time, I could also feel his love radiating towards me. It was hard to know whether this entity was the one that had visited me in my childhood. I could definitely feel that this creature was a male. He asserted himself like a male, especially when he entered me.
To be honest, I was starting to think I'd been dreaming things. The delusion that I was pregnant with an entity's child started taking over my life.

Every time I felt cool breeze against my skin, I'd think he was around. It was crazy, especially since the incubus had not returned after that night. He was gone. A no show. A typical male trait, I guess. But I was still paranoid.
I met a psychic after a few weeks. The lady talked to me privately and told me that I had a strong spirit that had attached itself to me. It scared me a lot and as she explained about spirits and stuff that I didn't understand. She said that some spirits like people sexually. I must have stiffened up as this pretty much ended the conversation. I think she knew it was a sore subject.

When Philip returned from his travel, we had massive rows. Months later, he grew tired of my frequent mood swings and decided that he wanted out of my life. He was never around when I needed him anyway, so I decided it would be best if we filed for a divorce. Husband or no husband, I was going to handle my pregnancy alone.

One year later…

I looked at my babies in their cradles. They were beautiful. My baby boy Ryan was gorgeous, no doubt, but I could tell he was different…unique. His eyes were credible proof that he was extraordinary. And why wouldn't he be, when his father was an incubus? I was sure of it now. My eyes were brown, his eyes were golden. It wasn't surprising that our son would share an eye color that is a mixture of the two – a striking golden brown. Katie was beautiful too, with rosy lips and big blue eyes like her father, Philip. But compared to her brother, she looked more…well, human.

As I was processing my thoughts, I rocked them to sleep gently, and their eyes were slowly closing.
I'd brought them home from the hospital two months ago. I devoted all my time to them. Since Philip was out on business most of the year, the court agreed to hand over sole custody of the babies to me. Besides, I was their mother, and I was willing to put up a fight to have them live with me.
Nevertheless, I was genuinely concerned about them. Especially Ryan. Who would he turn out to be? Would he harm Katie or would he protect her like a brother should?
I was so apprehensive, but unlike other mothers, I had a strong reason for the angst I felt. I desperately prayed for them to have a normal life. But was that possible? After all, he was…only half human.
When I was sure they'd dozed off, I climbed onto my bed and I rested my back against a pillow. I cannot describe how I was feeling at that moment. A single tear rolled down my cheek as I thought about what the future held.
Suddenly, a cold wave of breeze hit me.
And that's when I knew.
He was back.

Had he come to claim his son? Would he hurt the babies? What could possibly be the reason for his return?
Unexpectedly, I felt a gentle sensation on my hand. I frowned in confusion. Cold fingers enveloped my hand, making me shiver…
Looking down at the invisible hand that held my own, my eyes welled with tears again. I didn't understand. I felt so…vulnerable. I…I was tired. I just wanted to lie down.
I withdrew my hand from his and pulled the sheets over me.
I was still aware of his presence in my bedroom, but my body felt drained, so I closed my eyes and let myself fall into a troubled slumber.

When I woke up, I could still feel electric chills in the air. I jerked out of the bed and went to check on Ryan and Katie. They were sound asleep and looking at their peaceful faces made me relax considerably.
But then I remembered that he was still in the room and that caused me to tense up.
Cautiously approaching the bedside table, I picked up a glass of water and sipped from it. The cold water soothed my burning throat.
Suddenly, I saw a book rise and float mid air. My breath hitched and I dropped the glass I was holding on the bed. Water spilled over the blankets, soaking them. In a second, I realized what was happening. He was trying to converse with me. Slowly, letters in black ink formed on the page and I read his words.
Are you afraid of me?
I gulped. "I don't know." I said out loud.

After a short pause, the words appeared on the page again.
Please…please don't be. I know that I haven't been around. I have hurt you, but I swear I didn't mean to. And now you're the mother of my son…How could I have known? I'm sorry. I never meant for all this to happen. I promise never to hurt you again. I…I love you, Elizabeth. I do.
I froze. Who gave him the right to come barging back into my life and profess his 'love' for me? Sorry was just another word and the idea that he loved me was totally ridiculous. I felt the anger boiling up within me.
I didn't want to wake up the babies, so I furiously whispered, "You're an incubus for Christ's sake! You're not supposed to be here! Why did you come back after a whole year of no show? Why now?"
Because I can't help myself. You have no idea how hard it's been for me to stay away from you. When I realized what I'd done to you, I felt so terrible, so guilty about the way I'd acted. You were pregnant with your husband's child when I forced myself upon you. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I left. I thought…that if I lost control with you again, I would never be able to forgive myself. But I promise…it won't happen again. Ever.
"Damn right it won't!" My tears fell freely now and I didn't wipe them away. "Because you won't be here to hurt me! If you love me like you say you do, just go away and never come back. I want you GONE. Do you understand? Leave. Me. Alone."

For a while, silence filled the room and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of my heavy breathing.
Finally, he wrote.
Alright. If that's what you really want…I'll leave you alone. I won't be a part of your life anymore. Take care of our son and your daughter, sweet Lizzy. And if there's ever anything you need, just say the word. Think of me, and I'll be by your side. I shall do anything for you. Anything…

With that, another wave of chilly air hit me and he was gone. Just like he came, he went. All I was left with were words on a page and an ache in my heart.
I couldn't believe he'd agreed so easily. Without protest, moreover. My thoughts drifted back to when he held my hand. It tingled. My mind repeatedly told me not to think about it. But…my heart was telling me something different altogether. Something I didn't quite understand.

As I lay awake in my bed later that night, the realization finally hit me like a million daggers. I was falling in love with an incubus…and I couldn't do a single darn thing to stop myself.