by G L Davies
These are just raw accounts as presented by those that claim to have had encounters of a sexual kind in Pembrokeshire and no investigations have taken place into their validity at this time. Two of these transgressions have been published at www.theparanormalchronicles.com and the third and final report is brand new and exclusive to this novel.
Like the investigation that you have just embarked on these accounts are sexually detailed and explicit and may cause offense but if you have picked up a novel called Ghost sex: The Violation that you must have had an inkling on what the subject matter may entail. Each one is from a very different perspective in terms of the demographic that the witness represents.
We ask that you read and then digest the information and theorise on the plausibility of such things. In the world of the paranormal there is no right or wrong as of yet as no one has had conclusive and sustainable evidence that can be presented to the people of the world. We have our own experience and our own opinions of course and we are always delighted to hear yours. Whether you are a sceptic or a believer your opinions matters to those at the paranormal chronicles so please get in touch and we can discuss it further.
Lisa’s tale maybe over for now but the ghost sex phenomenon continues as you are about to experience. We hope that if you are reading this that it has not or will not happen to you.
Succubus
From all over the world we have received messages from those that believe that they have been subjected to a paranormal sexual encounter (54% of voters on a paranormal chronicles poll believe a ghost can have sex with a person) and of course the backlash from those that we unintentionally offended who were appalled at the notion that such a thing could take place or that ghosts exist. Again it is for you the reader to decide based on your own philosophies and beliefs to determine what actually occurred to this man from Milford Haven in Pembrokeshire.
We of course are not here to offend, we are here to report on the Paranormal and let you the readers dissect the information and question and validate on the merits and idea’s presented in the accounts in your own personal fashion. We always give warning that the material may be inappropriate and that due caution be taken before you delve into the report. Never have those words rung as true as we prepare to take you on a most disturbing and unsettling account of a man’s ghost sex experience on a roadside in Pembrokeshire.
We ask that if you are easily offended to perhaps explore one of our other blogs such as the truly horrific stinking men encounter or the baffling owl man mystery as for this account that we present is of a graphic and explicit nature that will make you think twice before you pick up a stranger on the road again.
John contacted us a few days after we published the original ghost sex blog on our Facebook page. He said that he was local, from Milford Haven and that he had, had a most awful and dumbfounding experience on a roadside in Pembrokeshire a few months ago. We relayed several messages back and forth until he agreed that we could telephone him and conduct an interview to publish on the Paranormal Chronicles. Like so many that allow us to publish their accounts they hope that others like them have had the same or similar experience and may help them make sense of what happened. John is a man in his mid-twenties and this is his account in his own words. Once again we appeal to your rationale that if you are easily offended then to please stop reading this now as not only does it contain a disturbing and frightening paranormal experience but has sexually explicit language that some may feel is inappropriate.
John: I was driving back from Swansea one afternoon around 4ish. I had met a woman online and I went up on the Friday to meet her and see how we got on. She was nice enough but she looked nothing like she did on her dating profile; her pic must have been from years ago before she had kids. Anyway I was on my way home, I had radio 1 on and I wasn’t looking forward to going back to work the following day. I was tired as I had been up late and I spent the day with this woman in Swansea having food, going to the cinema and stuff.
I was on the A40 road between St Clears and Whitland when it started to rain; it was starting to get dark too when I noticed up ahead a woman with her thumb out. As I got closer I realised that she was well fit and I thought I would give her a lift as she was probably not going too far so if she was a nutter then I wouldn’t have to be with her for long. I slowed down and saw that she was in a short black dress, black high heels and a small handbag. I thought either she was coming home from a night out or was on her way out. There were no other cars on the road so I slowed down and pulled in a few feet from where she was. The rain had started to come down quite hard but she took for ever to get in, I kept thinking you silly cow do you want a lift or not?
She eventually got in, her black hair matted to her face. She must have been freezing. I said hello and she looked over at me and pushed her hair from her face and she was stunning, so beautiful, she must have been the same age as me maybe a bit younger. She sat in and put her seatbelt on and said “Thank you so much.” I asked where was she going and she replied “Haverfordwest.” I asked her how she was out here all alone and she said her boyfriend had a row and he had kicked her out in the middle of nowhere. I said he was a prick to do that and that I would get her to Haverfordwest. She smiled and asked first that I wasn’t a serial killer or anything and I laughed and said not today. I drove off and a song came up on the radio and she turned it up and she said she loved this song. We drove listening to the song and she turned the radio down and asked where had I been and I explained about the online dating and she laughed when I said that the woman wasn’t exactly what I had been hoping for but then she said “I bet you still shagged her though” and we both laughed. I kept looking at her pale legs as her short black dress was hitched up on her thighs. She caught me looking and she smiled at me and I pretended like nothing had happened. As we were getting close to Narberth she said that there was a roadside rest stop and could we pop in there for a moment as she said the toilets there might be open and she was desperate to go. I pulled in and the rain was hammering on the car and as soon as I stopped she undid her seatbelt and started to kiss me. I didn’t say no and let her carry on. Before I knew it she had undid my jeans and got my penis out and just started sucking it. It was incredible, so horny, like some story out of a porno mag. You never think anything like this can happen to you. I thought I was going to cum but she stopped, pulled her dress up, pulled her black panties to one side and got on top of me and slid down on top of my stiffy. It was fantastic. She pushed my head into her chest and up and down she went.
Then I started to smell something strange, at first I thought it was like a cigarette smell but then I noticed that it was like burning plastic. The woman shoved her tongue in my mouth and it tasted like shit, actual shit but she wouldn’t take her tongue from out my mouth. I thought I was going to be sick. Then it felt like my penis was being scraped by sandpaper or grit, the pain was horrendous. I tried to push her off but it felt like her tongue was going further down my throat, I was choking, and I thought I was going to die. I was crying and everything. I was passing out. I just wanted a police man or a dogger to start banging on the window and save me.
I pushed her back with all my force and there was not a pretty girl on me but some haggard, disgusting old woman with some kind of awful skin condition. I just screamed and screamed and somehow I came and she just vanished. I swear she just vanished and I was sat there on my own with my cock out.
I picked up a fit woman and got raped by an old haggard thing. I had not been drinking and I don’t do drugs. I got out of the car in the rain, it was near dark and there was no one there. I searched the back seat, the boot everywhere. I even looked under the bonnet. I was scared to get back in but I did and I got home. I cried for every second it took to get home. I live alone and I was terrified. The next day I got my car checked at the garage as I thought maybe it was the exhaust, you know the fumes, carbon monoxide poisoning but there was nothing wrong with my car.
What the fuck was that t
hing and why me? I will never ever pick up anyone again and I have driven that road a million times since hoping to see that woman again so I can call the police and get her arrested. I have no idea what happened but I still have nightmares about it now.
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As an investigator it is always difficult to try and evaluate the events that occur without actually being there or witnessing them yourself. Was this merely an illusion, maybe the man’s disappointment at his date manifested into a waking day dream of picking up a beautiful and sexual promiscuous woman was suddenly changed into a nightmare fuelled by guilt and shame? Was this perhaps a Succubus? A female demon or supernatural entity in folklore (traced back to medieval legend) that appears in dreams and takes the form of a human woman in order to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. (The male counterpart is the incubus. Religious traditions hold that repeated sexual activity with a succubus may result in the deterioration of health or even death)
Was this creature merely in an appealing guise to entrap this man and take his seed? If so then what agenda does it have for the man’s genetic soup? What profane and insidious plan has it for a human child born of a demon? If such things were to exist…
Whatever was behind this terrifying and horrific event I think we should all learn the lesson of not to pick up hitch-hikers, especially on the stretch of road between St Clears and Whitland.
Mary
We love your emails and messages that we receive at the Paranormal Chronicle offices and your feedback, opinions and stories inspire us on our journey into the unknown. You may have gathered that We like to pose questions and dilemma’s to you and we hope that when you read our investigations, our accounts and our e-novels and that you ponder and ask yourself “what would I have done?” We certainly hope that you ask yourself that question after reading this heart breaking account.
This tragic account is from a lady from Fishguard, Pembrokeshire who was unfortunate enough to have an experience with an extremely sexually promiscuous female spirit that turned her attention to her husband…on their honeymoon.
Here in her own words is the account that Samantha experienced during her honeymoon.
Samantha: The wedding day was perfect. You could not have asked for a better day. We had married in a small old church on the coast and travelled up to Fishguard to have the reception. I had met Dave a year before online and he had moved down to Pembrokeshire and he had popped the question.
We were very much in love and we were at an age where it was good to meet someone and settle down. I was in my mid-forties and Dave was in his early fifties. Neither of us had children but it was nice to think that we would have each other and companionship till our dying day.
We had our friends and family down and it was a beautiful day, I didn’t need a lavish dress or a Rolls Royce to pick me up it was all about being together and being with our friends and family. We were blessed with sunshine, the smell of the sea and great people.
We had decided that we would book into a coastal hotel up in Cardiganshire. We had been to Spain and Malta in the year so we didn’t need anything fancy or expensive just a nice quiet place where we could be together. We wanted somewhere quiet and romantic.
We got to the hotel and it was lovely, quaint and old fashioned and you could see the coast from the car park, it was lovely. We went into reception and there were all these old photos from the 19th century. There was an old man at the reception with a bald head and big white pork chop whiskers and he was very polite and helpful and as he carried our bags to the honeymoon suite. He said that some of the guests had complained about Red Mary, a broken hearted ghost, who had lost her husband at sea and had slept around to feel accepted. A newlywed couple had found her dead in the bathroom of the hotel with her wrists slashed. It seemed that no other woman could have a man but her and she went out of her way to cause marital problems and eventually her despair consumed her and committed the act of suicide. Dave and I laughed and joked as we don’t believe in that kind of thing.
That night, I put on my sexy nightwear ready to consummate the marriage, not that we had saved ourselves, not at all, but tradition is good. Dave was in the bathroom for ages and I thought, I hope he is ok and I opened the door and he was stood there naked, eyes closed, with an erection. I asked him if he was O.K. and he looked startled and shocked and quickly grabbed a towel and covered himself up. He was red in the face and he was looking around the bathroom all confused. I thought maybe he was just knocking one out so he would perform better. I am no prude and masturbation is a key part of sexual activity as far as I am concerned.
I grabbed him by the arm and led him to bed and I began to pleasure his tumescence but he seemed distant and showed no interest. He lost his rigidity and asked that he be excused to go to the bathroom. I was curious to why he was so prudish as we had been very wild and adventurous over the last year.
I lay there and Dave was gone another five minutes or so and I got up and I went back into the bathroom and there he was again. Naked, proud as a trooper, eyes closed, holding his hand just above his crotch area like he was rubbing something. I was furious. I asked him what he thought he was doing and he panicked again and said “Nothing, nothing, just getting ready.” And he had the audacity to ask for another five minutes peace!!
I was livid and I put on my coat and stormed out of the room and headed to the bar. I sat there with a gin and tonic expecting him to come down and apologise. He didn’t and I could understand what had gotten into him. It’s an awful shock to think that maybe you have married the wrong man that might have some issues. Twenty minutes passed and I though damn him and I stormed up and barged into the room and the sick bastard was sat in bed, again with an erection and was making weird sucking noise with his mouth. He was flicking his tongue in and out and his hands were moving as if on an invisible body. I was shocked and then I watched him ejaculate in a huge squirt even though there was nothing stimulating his penis. I screamed at him and he jumped off the bed and said that it was all her fault. I screamed at him who was he referring to and he said the woman and was pointing frantically into the corner of the room. I could see no one but my perverted new husband standing naked and shamed.
I did what any sane woman should do and that was to throw him out. He protested and was adamant that she was in there. I was furious. I had married a lunatic and now it was all over. Everything had been for nothing.
I lay on the bed sobbing and I sat up and for a quick second through my blurry eye I saw a naked woman, in her early thirties with long red hair flowing onto her chest. I was shocked and I saw the gaping gash’s on her wrists where severe cuts had been made. She smiled a sickly smile and she simply vanished.
Had Dave been telling the truth? I spoke to him in the morning and I asked him to describe this woman and he said she had long red hair and pale skin. I was appalled. He said that it was like he was under a spell and he was addicted to her. I contacted the hotel owner the following week and asked more about the story and they said that a pale, red headed woman had been seen and either the husband or the wife staying there fled the room, but never both.
I tried to fix it with Dave but every time I saw him or he attempted to touch me I saw his face, his shame from that night and after four months we were over and he moved back to Brighton.
Years later I was re-searching the haunting and found out that the room was no longer a honeymoon suite and a fire had gutted that side of the hotel and the remains of the room had been made into two single rooms, not doubt concealing a tremendous surprise for lonely travelling businessmen.
I never believed till that night in ghosts but a spirit definitely broke my marriage and I say to any honeymooners that you check the room you are staying in first. If that room has history of the supernatural then don’t risk it. Find another hotel!!
Forever
It would be easy to believe that the inhabitants of the supernatural realm have little regard for our own well-being. We are submissive to a pow
erful force then undertakes a range of debase and degrading sexual and physical acts upon us. However there is one such account that I wish to leave you with. It is the testimonial from a charming lady in her eighties. It is a story of hope, faith and love and I do hope that this sends you away from this book with a less depressing demeanour.
I met with Jean at her home several miles from Solva in Western Pembrokeshire. Jean is a kindly lady with a wicked sense of humour. She sits me down and proudly shows me the pictures of her three children, eight grandchildren and two great grandchildren that adorn her living room dresser.
One picture she picks up and hands to me. It is a black and white picture of a couple on their wedding day.
Jean: This is me and George on our wedding day. It was raining but it didn’t matter. I wanted to marry George from the first day I set eyes on him. What a handsome man. We married in 1947. George was back from the army and we got a small cottage up by the farm where he got work. Harold, our first son, was born on Halloween of all days and two years later on February 13th Michael was born. George wanted a daughter so much and on March 30th 1955, Louise was born, and he was so thrilled. He loved his children so much. We were all so happy. I look back then and it was prefect. They say good things don’t last.
George was killed in a tractor accident two weeks after Louise was born. It was heart-breaking. I was so angry with God that he took the man I loved away from me. I had three beautiful children to raise and no husband and they would have no father.
Years went by and one night I woke up and George was on top of me. He was being intimate. I was so shocked. I thought it was a dream. It was a very pleasurable dream. Then it happened again and again. He never says anything when he has relations with me. In fact he says nothing at all. Years went by and he never aged.