I had an odd experience about four weeks ago, and I'm struggling to make sense of it. The night before taking a trip to Maryland to see a woman that I am extremely enamored with (borderline obsessive infatuation); I was visited by an entity. This wasn't the first time I experienced sleep paralysis. In college there were two SP incidents that I recall clearly. During the first experience the wall opposite my bed transformed into a writhing mass of earthworms. The second time a large, black bird (raven or crow) appeared outside my window, as it was in flight. The effect was similar to watching stock nature footage from the seventies. The bird was both suspended in air and advancing all the time in a terrifying loop.
This time I found myself on the first floor of a rather cliche haunted house. We're talking cobwebs in every shadowy corner, creaking floorboards, rats scurrying in the cellar. Typical horror-show stuff. Although I was on the first floor of this house, I could see her emerge from a closet on the second floor. The entity did not resemble the woman from Baltimore. Blackness covered every inch of her body but her face was white like the moon. She exited the closet on two feet and skittered across the floor the way a spider does. As she came closer an evil aura filled the house. Her speed was inhuman. In an instant she stood over me, but made no physical contact. I could not speak or move in bed or in the dream, so mentally I asked her if she was Lucifer. She said yes. I did not willingly open my mouth but she drew this viscous black substance out of me, through it. The substance though thick, rose like smoke. I cannot recall if she ingested the smoke or just pulled it out with her right hand. This was the first time that a dream became a separate environment, and not just a visible imposition over my immediate surroundings. I was both in my room and that other place, while being fully aware of what was happening. The only confusion came when I screamed. I have housemates so the sound of my own voice screaming in my brain, convinced me that I had screamed loud enough for other people to hear. Hopefully, this was not the case.