Succubus

I sent this small excerpt to my friend Dana to add to her amazing super irreverent magazine 'Damki'. The theme of the fourth edition is 'ghosts', and since I've already written it out I thought I'd share it.. (This is a true story which took place around a week after I met the Bosnian, and it still freaks me out to this day)

.. Did I tell you about the time I met a demon woman? It begun as a dream.. I was inside an old house full of junk and mess. Next to me was a beautiful girl wearing ratty clothes, sitting on a stained and worn mattress, crying. She looked most vulnerable and sullen. I tried to comfort the girl, and that's when she asked me to make love to her.

This isn't a normal request from an immediate stranger, so I felt rather odd about the proposition, and ashamed to comply, I declined. But she was persistant, and told me 'It feels good and it's free, so why not?".

Somehow I was convinced, her argument made sense, so we started making out. However as soon as our mouth locked and opened together, a fierce ripping, screaming sound pierced through my skull! Alarm bells went off in my head: Danger. Life or death danger.

Somehow.. and I can't accurately explain this, but I realized that by our lips locking together we were creating a door or a vacuum for her soul to possess my own, for her to enter this reality even.. It sounds crazy now, but at the time this realization was cold, brutal and undeniable.

I quickly pulled away and opened my eyes in terror. The girl next to me had turned into an empty body. A squirming vessel, blank eyed, twitching, convulsing horror next to me.. but I was completely awake!

I quickly jumped three feet out of the couch and screamed..

'What the fuck is that?! What the FUCK is THAT!?'

..I stood motionless for minutes, trying to make sense out of the situation.

Frightened I carefully lifted a sheet and found the inside of my bed empty. I had tears in my eyes and could not sleep again that night.

Later that week while telling a friend about the experience, I tried to find the right words to describe her.. 'she was a temptress', 'like a a monster luring me through sex to open a gate into this dimension!', 'she was a vessel', 'a soulless body!', 'she was real! like a demon that knew my weak spot!' '.. she was a.. a.. she was a SUCCUBUS'.

..it felt right. Later that day I looked the word up the definition.

Succubus: A female spirit or demon once believed to sexually tempt men while they slept.

Aha! I met one, and they're real.

I can't possibly impart the fear I felt that night, the size of the jump I made from the couch to the wall, or the way her body shook when she failed to come through. I came so, so, so very close.. All I can take from the experience is that there's more than myth to the stories of the ages, to keep on my toes and be wary of those that appear vulnerable for they may be using the greatest disguise of all.. and to remember that sex is not something to be taken lightly..