"A Sleep Paralysis Demon" has been haunting me since the night my inconsiderate roommate and her friends brought a Ouija board into our dorm room. It was the Autumn of 1998. When their game got creepy, we argued. The Ouija's mouse landed on the keyboard of my computer, letting the demon into it. He started sending me sick chain emails, demanding that I do things: recite a spell, forward it to sleep naked. When I ignored him, I couldn't sleep for days. Desperate for rest, I finally complied. That was the terrifying night that I realized he'd never let me escape his touch. Obsessed and with insatiable lust, Bane will stop at nothing to keep me in the dream The only thing more dangerous? His immortal enemy found me

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