In May, 2002, I was a sophomore in college, still living with my parents in their small four-bedroom apartment in Sacramento, California. I was going through a tough time adjusting and had just broken up with my boyfriend, who cheated on me with several girls and basically left me so twisted I couldn't trust myself anymore.
I have always had vivid dreams and sleep paralysis occurred frequently, but I have never experienced anything as traumatic as what I'm about to describe.
The dreams started a month after my boyfriend and I broke up -- at least, I thought they were dreams. I always lie on my back when I sleep. The first time this happened, I remember hovering between the state of being awake and being asleep and looking toward my window where I noticed this humanoid shape started forming, blacker than the blackest night. The black thing had large white eyes and blood red lips.
All of a sudden, it got on top of me and start touching me and dragging me around in bed. Finally, in my dream, I knew this thing was demonic or at least wanted to harm me. With all my might, I screamed for God's help in my mind and immediately I snapped awake in a cold sweat.
I thought I was going crazy. I didn't know whether I was just dreaming the same dream or this was actually happening. The black thing came night after night for about a month, until one night, in my dream, the black thing flipped me around onto my stomach and wrapped an arm around my neck.
For some reason, this time around, after begging God for help, I remained still in the black thing's grasp. I begged and begged again, coughing. Finally, I snapped awake, lying on my stomach like in the dream and my throat painful. I knew then that this black thing wasn't a dream.
I finally got the courage to tell my best friend, who is a psychic. I didn't tell her before because I thought I was crazy. She listened and told me not to worry. The night that I spoke to her, amazingly, I did not dream about the black thing! For the first time in a long time, I slept without fear.
The next day, I received a phone call from her, and this was what she told me: Before she went to bed last night, she called the black thing to come into her dreams. It came and tried to scare her like it has been scaring me for the past month. Not easily frightened, she beat and screamed at the black thing to @#*!%$ leave her best friend alone. The black thing basically ran off with its tail between its legs.
She explained to me that it was not human, but a being from a different plane of existence that was attracted by my weakened state. From that moment on, I tried never to let myself get into that dark state where a creature like that black thing would become attached to me. It has not bothered me since.