Throwaway account because- I think you understand..

This is a.. strange story Ive told very few people since I fucked up bad and pretty embarrassed about it. We moved into a house after my mom'a fiancee died and he left it in the will. It use to belong to his religious mother. She was bitter, angry at the world and very, very sick. Her medicines kept her alive but extremely ill, one day she stopped taking them and let nature take its course.

She hated anyone he dated and usually their kids too.

She died 6 years before we met. The only other thing I can think of is there was a war and many natives were slaughtered, that could cause paranormal activity, it did to our neighbors but never us before.

I never really thought about it when we moved in. The house had no paranormal activity when the fiancé was alive, but when he died and we moved in, it began happening quietly, orb showing up in her old room, items moved, door to her room opening on its own, even when locked.

So I ended up staying in the room right beside hers.

I started having weird things happening. The feeling of someone pressing on my chest, touching me and running their elderly fingers across my arm.

One day I went to my room and was gonna jack off, suddenly my door shut while I was unzipping.

I was shocked, but too horny to be scared. I immediately went "alright ghost, you either leave my room or expect a show"

So I whipped it out and jacked off, orgasmed and went to sleep.

Suddenly for a few days all the paranormal activity halted in the house.

No orbs, no doors opening, no objects moving, no weird sleep molesting.

Then one night I felt elderly fingers run down my ribs and it immediately woke up. I was terrified and thought someone broke into the house

Then suddenly they dragged me across the bed, lifted my ass up in the air and pressed their groin against me.

They ran their fingers across my ribs and I could feel in detail their stubby old fingers with nails cut down to the nub.

I made my plan on the home intruder and thought

"Im gonna fuck this guy up"

So I grabbed his fingers from my ribs, twist them as hard as I could to break it and swung around to punch for the face.

Instead the fingers dissolved through my fingertips and between my fingers like dry sand.

When I turned to punch, nobody was around me. Instead there was this abomination in the corner of my room that looked like a monster from a cave painting

All black, hands on arms and legs, no head and a sharp tipped tail so long, it swung side to side across the room.

I immediately scurried to the opposite side of the room as it scurried to the exact opposite side.

I never took my eyes off it. I fumbled my hand around the lightswitch until I finally swiped and hit it on.

I watched as it dissolved into the wall the moment the light hit it.

I told my mom and we did a hard exorcism on every inch of the house

The paranormal activity in my room suddenly spiked. Now two rooms with orbs, weird sensations of someone touching you

Orb flying away when you walked in, pictures always seemed to have atleast one orb in it.

I was very embarrassed and did all I could to avoid saying what happened. a few days into the burst of paranormal activity and we knew the exorcism didnt work, I reached out to a native healer friend and seeked help.

"Usually this doesnt happen unless you really piss off a spirit. Did you dig up an artifact?"

"N-no"

"Weird items in the house

"No, not that.. house was practically carved clean of any old items when we moved in"

"Did you.. mock it?"

So, I harnessed every bit of strength I had and told what I did.

"Dude. What the fuck?? Bad!"

Ive never seen that man laugh harder than that moment.

So he gave me instructions and said I had to give a offering and apologize meaningfully for what I did.

I lit a candle and put it over a bowl of water and gave it as a momentary offering. I apologized profusely over days at the spot

I left it there for days until the water evaporated and the candle ran out.

Paranormal activity returned to the bare minimum again and everything went quiet.

I moved away to my home town after that because- fuck that noise

Day one of returning and sleeping in my new bed,

I was woken up again as I felt fingers gently run down my ribs one last time, almost like it wanted to taunt me

I never had it happen again, I hope it never returns and I definitely learned my lesson on NOT mocking or offending the supernatural.