Great Moments in Journalism: Raped In The Ass By Ghosts
Great Moments in Journalism are submitted by readers, and can be sent to this address. Today's Moment comes from our neighbor to the north, and concerns the all-too-common problem of ghost rape. Were we author Peter Duffy we would have held out for Modern Love with a topic this amazing, but to each his own. Anyway, here you go:
When I got home, I poured myself a finger of Scotch and sat reflecting on the evening.
Then I went to bed. It was midnight, late for me.
And that's when it happened.
I became aware of a strange presence in the bedroom, something emitting waves of malevolence.
And then I saw it; something was rearing over me.
I don't know how, or why, but instinctively, I knew it was a demon of some kind.
I recoiled in horror, trying to make myself small, unable to tear my eyes away.
There was no face. The thing had a human form but it was swathed in a black cowl-like covering, like some kind of monk.
And then it was on top of me, soundless and unstoppable, smothering me, assaulting me.
There's no delicate way to put this; I was vividly aware of this creature violating me.
I yelled, but nothing came from my lips. My struggles were in slow motion. I was helpless.
And then, as suddenly as it appeared, the creature was gone.
Worse, he never calls, he never writes...
