I will always remember the events as if it were yesterday. I had just turned 19 the week before and my parents had allowed me to move into my own apartment. It was a truly grown up apartment, as it was not to be shared with roommates -- it was all for me. I had decided after high school, to take the year off before entering college. I did this, so I could begin accumulating work experience and make sure that I chose my college major properly.
The apartment was literally new -- newly built, new carpets, paint, appliances, everything. I found this a bit strange because all the other buildings in the apartment complex were obviously older, and the monthly rent in my building was significantly less than that of the older buildings in the complex. However, I never said anything or asked any questions because I was happy to be getting what I thought was a good deal on an all new apartment.
I found out later how very unlucky I was indeed.
The first night I stayed in the apartment, I woke up around 2 pm feeling very uneasy. I always slept with a night lamp on and so I could see my room pretty well. Nothing seemed to be out of place but I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me. After assuring myself no one was in my room, I rolled over and closed in my bedroom windows. They were long and wide enough for someone to slip in so I locked them just in case.
That morning when I woke up, I felt a lot better. The only strange thing though was my strappy pajama top was rolled up over my slim stomach and hoisted above my full 36B breasts. I didn't think anything of it though as I did after all close in the windows, maybe I was very hot in the night, and in my sleep moved my top up to feel cooler.
Later that afternoon when I came home from work, I dropped my handbag on the sofa closest to the entry way and headed to the kitchen. As I was heating up frozen lasagna I heard a racquet in the living room. When I looked it I saw the entire contents of my purse spilled across the floor. This was incredibly weird because nothing could have done that and even stranger, heavy items such as my cell phone and apartment keys were about 6 feet away from the sofa!
Thoroughly freaked out, I called a co worker of mine who lived about a block away and asked that her to stay a little while with me because of what was happening. When she came over, I was sitting outside- I was just too scared to stay in the apartment!
We prepared dinner, and ate while watching old sitcom reruns. Maybe the day had taken a toll on me, because within 45 minutes I had fallen asleep. My head was resting on the couch's armrest and my feet were stretched over her lap. She woke me up a little later looking very pale, when I asked her what was wrong. She said chokingly that while I was sleeping, she had gotten up to wash the dishes. When she was walking back to the sofa, she saw my breast being moved as if by an invisible hand, she said the buttons on my top were unbuttoned and my breast were pulled out and puckered as if someone was sucking on it. She said she must have made a noise of shock, because all of a sudden it stopped and she felt a strong breeze rush past her.
NOW I was FREAKED! Amy invited me over to spend the night at her place and I gratefully accepted.
The next morning, I decided that I was now an adult and needed to act like one. The child in me was screaming to call my parents and move home, but the adult in me was calmly telling me that unless there was sound proof, there was no need to react badly. I told Amy my plan -- it was to set up a video camera in my bedroom to capture real proof of what was happening. She begged me not to go back, and in the end said she and her boyfriend Chris would also stay the night, to keep an eye on me.
Later that night, Amy and I stood in the bedroom watching Christopher install the surveillance equipment. As we were doing this, my mind was wandering all over the place. I looked at Amy's petite frame and thought to myself how incredibly beautiful she was. She was 5'4, slender with light brown skin, and long silky brown hair. She was dressed in a short denim skirt with a laced up front and a tight fitted baby T. Her small pert breasts filled the top nicely, and when I looked closely I could see her delicate pink nipples through her t shirt. She had a very shapely butt, which extended into shapely, toned legs. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was not scantily dressed in the least. I had on long baggy pajamas, and an oversized T shirt. I wanted to hide my body as much as possible! I looked nothing like the slender, toned and shapely teenager I was. I had 36B full breasts, a toned stomach, a slender waist, full hips and a generous ass. I was a knockout and I knew it. I had jet black hair, Smokey dark brown eyes and a very light complexion. I could best be described as an Angelia Jolie -- right down to my pouty lips.
When Christopher was done, we tested the equipments and it was working perfectly. I went into the bed and Christopher and Amy pulled chairs to the furthest end of the room. They were prepared to stay awake all night -- preparing for the task by chugging Red Bulls and drinking Mountain Dew.
The next morning I woke up, I was relieved because Chris and Amy had not woken me during the night. Which meant that nothing had happened? I was elated until I saw myself. I was entirely naked. My clothes lay tattered and ripped on various parts of the bed. I moved my hands to cover myself, when I realized I couldn't. My hands were tied, and so were my feet. I was in fact stretched spread eagle each arm and feet tied to a corner of the bed. Then I saw Amy. She was also naked except for her skirt which was pushed over her ass. She was tied, but like a mummy. Her feet were bound and her arms tied behind her back. She was lying on her stomach, on the bed directly between my spread legs.
Tears welled up in my eyes and I started to thrash around. I called Amy's and Chris's name though I couldn't see Chris anywhere. Chris finally emerged from the living room, also naked. He untied us both and I kept thinking to myself that he was unusually groggy.
None of us spoke, I was shaking and in tears, so was Amy. I handed her a T-shirt and we both dressed. I looked at Chris and Amy, and we all looked at the camera. We knew we would find our answers there. I didn't want to look, but I knew I needed to.
We played the tape. It started off fine; I was falling asleep and Chris and Amy playing cards to keep awake. It continued that way for about 4 hours, the only changes were that they stopped playing cards and Amy was dozing off on her chair. Chris was wide awake though, keeping occupied with reading a magazine from my collection.
Then we saw it. There was a sink in my bed. As if someone was sitting there. It was very distinct. We saw a handprint on my pillow and then my hair started to move as if it was being smoothed by a hand. In the video, Chris didn't notice and kept on reading. Then all of a sudden there was a violent clutching of my t shirt, it lifted in the centre and was shredded to pieces in an instant, leaving me exposed in a lacy black bra. Chris looked up; he threw the magazine down and instantly moved to help me. The sinks on the bed immediately moved and as Chris was about to reach the bed, he was stopped dead in his tracks. His head rolled back and his eyes briefly shuttered and then he stood still, staring at the bed, standing upright. His pants were pulled off and so was his underwear.
The entity now returned to my side. My bra and pants were quickly disposed of. I was now lying in bed, with my eyes closed, still asleep and naked except for my panties. My breasts were moved about wildly as if I were being violently mauled. They were pulled and yanked in all directions, and in the video we could see red marks being formed around my nipples, breasts and shoulders. We watched as my body was lifted off the bed, my hair being pulled downwards until my body was a semi arc- my upper body of the bed. I was dropped back on the bed and my mouth was pried open.
