No need to freak out, these demons have been around for many years. I have experienced it. It was a dark and freezing night in Edinburgh. I had been out in the cold, but when I went into my house it did seem unnaturally warm, but my room itself felt cold. I went to bed wrapped up in my duvet, feeling anxious but nothing unusual. I was still wearing the cotton thermals I had bought to guard against the damp November night, and I pulled the Duvet tight around me to compensate.
Falling asleep as usual, I woke to events that literally ran my blood cold. I couldn't move, it was as if a hand was on my chest weighting me down as if to drown me. Coming to somewhat I realised that I could not move my hands or feet. In short, I was paralysed with fear. The sweat was pouring off my forehead and into my staring open eyes, stinging them with salt and Oil of Olay deep clean cleanser. I honestly have never felt fear like it before or since. I could hear twisting and stumbling steps pace around my bed as, pivoting around the hand on my chest, the incredible beast that must be atop me. An Incubus was trying to relieve his restlessness. All at once I saw it! Manifesting before me- lips, then eyes, then a horribly twisted mangled sunken face. A few seconds later, I could hear him, a rushing and swimming sound in my brain and ears that deepened my horror and pulsed through my very soul. I could think of nothing but I could witness, witness the terrible evil that sought to consume me.
Then, I felt something I knew I shouldn't be feeling. A twitch in my hand, a new focus in my eyes. My fear was easing as I accepted his presence. The darkness cleared and my eyes searched over the patterns in front of me. I could feel his body clearly, hear my breath bounce back from his chest. Searching my face with his terrible eyes, he flashed recognition as something happened in my arm. He must have seen determination, and he pushed down and moved his face next to mine. I was terrified and my brain screamed as me 'Don't move'. but my hand did not listen. It went about as if possessed, it bent itself around and slid between us like a posessed thing - I could feel and smell damp hideous rags about his waist. It thrusted, It pushed. I heard a dull thud on the floor and the sounds of collapse. A sound like a hoof striking a door gave way to complete silence. In an instant, my fear subsided, the uncanny darkness n the room began to clear, and I could hear the soft click clock of my alarm again. Dawn light began to glimmer through the skylight. I had a few seconds to reach down and feel the body, and lacked the courage, but as it started to disappear, I swept my hand through the fading form. I looked at my hand, and only a dark sour dust remained.
But yours is a Succubus. HTH [Grin]