Night of Horror

I am a Cambodian/Lao but have lived in Cincinnati all of my life. I'm still a staunch Buddhist, and as a Buddhist, I believe in Polytheism(Believing in many Gods). Because of this, we also believe there are many ghosts and spirits of various kinds.

One night in bed, I tossed and turned until I perspired quite a bit, so I sat up and took a deep breath. My hands felt the damp bed sheet and I realised then that if I didn't change to a new one, I would never get any sleep. Even as I pulled the bed sheet off from the mattress, I was dripping with perspiration. I wondered why that night was so hot. Nothing was amiss; my heater was turned off and I had the windows open.

I lay back down on the new fresh smelling bed sheet and stared up at the ceiling. Suddenly, a soft wind blew and I thanked the heavens for it. As I closed by eyes, I felt something blow into my ear. I opened my eyes and, to my horror, saw a man lying on top of me. I yelled and tried to raise my hands but I couldn't move at all, neither was there any sound coming out from my mouth. Then, I felt his hand go down. I screamed as loud as possible, and again, nothing came out. He slowly parted my legs while I lay helpless and immobile. I couldn't do uch but pray. Even my prayers didn't help, he forced himself into me. The thing I feared most was happening to me.

In my head, I cursed mself. "Why did you leave the window open, you stupid woman!"

I could only hope he wouldn't kill me afterwards. I remember telling him I wouldn't tell anyone, just don't hurt me. Then he replied something in Lao, but strangely, I didn't understand a word.

I was lucky; he finished and went away without a scratch on me. As moments passed, the incident seemed more and more like a dream. “Was is all a dream, a bad dream?” I thought to myself as I sat at the edge of my bed. I rushed to the toilet and checked if I really was violated. There was no sign of anything to indicate I was. I was relieved. It was a bad dream.

A few nights went by without any dreams, and I had forgotten about the big Lao man. But one night, I felt a presence by my bed. The memory of the rape, which had been relegated to the dark depths of my mind, returned in a flash. I knew the presence was him, and I knew he was going to have his way with me again. I shut my eyes and began to pray, but it didn't help.

I felt a soft wet stroke at my ear. I began to shiver and forced myself to think of other things as a distraction. I knew I shouldn't enjoy what he was doing because it was wrong, but it was hard to fight the pleasure of his tongue sliding up and down my ear. I began to cry, and begged for him to stop but he didn't, he climbed over me, then slid himself inside of me and began to kiss my neck passionately. I was confused and ashamed, for I loved what he was doing but knew it was so wrong. I shut my mind out and cried more, that was all I could do to fight the guilt I was feeling.

Again, it felt like a dream. I rushed to the bathroom and checked—nothing. Then, as I stood in front of the mirror, I noticed a dark red spot at the side of my neck—A love bite!

I had to endure him for some weeks, waking up at times with bruises on my inner thighs, love bites on my chest, and even finger marks over various parts of my body. I was resigned to the fact that I had no defences against him, so I accepted my fate.

Then, one night, I happened to sleep with my baby son. I hugged him close and kissed him as we lay down to sleep. Before long, I felt a hand pull me away from my baby. I was paralysed as usual but I still could feel the sensation of his touch. This time he did something different; he pushed me down to between his hips and pressed my head down. I looked up and asked him why he was doing this to me. He replied with a coursed voice, “Your deceased aunt sent me to punish you.” Hearing that angered me so much that I somehow managed to pull away from him, and in doing so, I woke up. My undies had been pulled down to my thighs and my baby son was close to the edge of the bed.

I don't know why my dead aunt wants to punish me, and I guess I will never find out. The only way to get away from her vile curse was to move out of my apartment, so, I did. I live with my boyfriend now and thankfully, I do not have the dreams anymore.

I've never told anyone about this, not even my boyfriend. Writing this story to you anonymously helps me at least to offload this very disturbing trauma I've had to endure alone up untill now.

Thank you, eerietales.