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How you doing? I am afraid I may have had a run in with a spirit or poltergeist at one point in my life.
As all of you who read my introduction know, I spent several years in jail before I became a Christian for letting a 16 year old perform in many of my pornographic movies. It was a very dark time in my life and I don't like to talk candidly about it. While I was staying in California State Prison, Los Angeles County I experienced paranormal activities on a variety of occasions that have led me to believe that the cell in which I was incarcerated was occupied by an entity not of this world.
It was a Tuesday night, I remember this because it was chili night. It was around Halloween time and my cell mate, Big Ray Ray the Pedophile and I spent that evening reading ghost stories from a book, and they were very scary indeed. He then shut the book and told me about a prisoner that had been locked up in our cell years before either of us were incarcerated in that prison. His name was Clyde but everyone knew him as The Mason Jar Rapist because in the 1950s he went around raping people with a mason jar. After he was put in jail the raping didn't stop, and many inmates were raped by him. One day all the gangs of the prison got together and vowed that they were going to do to him what he had done to so many other people. So one day they cornered him in the gym, pulled him pants down and raped him in the ass with a mason jar until his rectum was loose and sounded like the mouth of a cave. He never walked right ever again and died soon after. Every once in a while you can still hear the sound of The Mason Jar Rapist and his wispy rectum walking the halls of that prison, particularly in cell 2A... WHICH HAPPENED TO BE OUR CELL! It also turned out that the night Big Ray Ray told me this story was the anniversary of the day he got raped.
At 9 o'clock it was lights out and we were locked in our cell the night. Lights out. I was on the precipice of falling into sleep's embrace when I felt something most peculiar. All I can really say, because the details are now fuzzy for me, is that what felt like the cold hand of a disembodied spirit was removing my pants and pulling down my underwear. Frozen in terror with my eyes clamped shut I was too scared to move or do anything about it. Pretty soon he had my pants completely off, he climbed onto my back and nibbled on my ear for a bit, I could feel the bulge in his pants against my leg. I was terrified. I tried to scream out but I had no voice. He pulled his member out of his pants and I could feel it as it slithered between my butt cheeks. I clenched my teeth and prepared for the penetration I was about to endure.
That ghost humped me all night, and it was the most horrific 7 hours of my life. I got through it by praying to God, a figure I hadn't had in my life for over 30 years, to help me. God never intervened but I realized that I had been such a bad man in my life that this was probably his way of punishing me. The ghost humped me over and over for hours, his deathly-cold member shredding my fragile rectum to pieces. When he was done my bed sheets were covered in blood and shit and semen, which was odd because up until then I never realized that ghosts could cum.
At one point I finally passed out from all the raping and blood loss and when I came to Big Ray Ray was standing over me, asking what had happened. I told him and he also became afraid; there was no doubt between either of us that The Mason Jar Rapist had visited our cell that night and made me his next victim.
In the wake of my violation I tried to join a support group for people that had been raped in my prison but they didn't accept me because no one believed that a ghost had raped me. Once out of jail I tried to join a group for people that had run-ins with ghosts but no one believed that a ghost was capable of rape. Finally, in 2005 I made my own support group for people that have been raped by ghosts. I am still the only member but I hope that one day others who have been penetrated against their will by a ghost will join me.
So if you don't believe in ghosts just think about me getting anally penetrated by a ghost in my jail cell that grave October night. Just think about that translucent ethereal being slowly guiding his penis through my butt cheeks like a snake through a garden and tell me that ghosts don't exist. Think about me biting my lip until it was bloody and torn up as the ghost of a deceased rapist made me his next victim.
My name is Rick 'Magma' Bocchino and I was raped by a ghost.
As all of you who read my introduction know, I spent several years in jail before I became a Christian for letting a 16 year old perform in many of my pornographic movies. It was a very dark time in my life and I don't like to talk candidly about it. While I was staying in California State Prison, Los Angeles County I experienced paranormal activities on a variety of occasions that have led me to believe that the cell in which I was incarcerated was occupied by an entity not of this world.
It was a Tuesday night, I remember this because it was chili night. It was around Halloween time and my cell mate, Big Ray Ray the Pedophile and I spent that evening reading ghost stories from a book, and they were very scary indeed. He then shut the book and told me about a prisoner that had been locked up in our cell years before either of us were incarcerated in that prison. His name was Clyde but everyone knew him as The Mason Jar Rapist because in the 1950s he went around raping people with a mason jar. After he was put in jail the raping didn't stop, and many inmates were raped by him. One day all the gangs of the prison got together and vowed that they were going to do to him what he had done to so many other people. So one day they cornered him in the gym, pulled him pants down and raped him in the ass with a mason jar until his rectum was loose and sounded like the mouth of a cave. He never walked right ever again and died soon after. Every once in a while you can still hear the sound of The Mason Jar Rapist and his wispy rectum walking the halls of that prison, particularly in cell 2A... WHICH HAPPENED TO BE OUR CELL! It also turned out that the night Big Ray Ray told me this story was the anniversary of the day he got raped.
At 9 o'clock it was lights out and we were locked in our cell the night. Lights out. I was on the precipice of falling into sleep's embrace when I felt something most peculiar. All I can really say, because the details are now fuzzy for me, is that what felt like the cold hand of a disembodied spirit was removing my pants and pulling down my underwear. Frozen in terror with my eyes clamped shut I was too scared to move or do anything about it. Pretty soon he had my pants completely off, he climbed onto my back and nibbled on my ear for a bit, I could feel the bulge in his pants against my leg. I was terrified. I tried to scream out but I had no voice. He pulled his member out of his pants and I could feel it as it slithered between my butt cheeks. I clenched my teeth and prepared for the penetration I was about to endure.
That ghost humped me all night, and it was the most horrific 7 hours of my life. I got through it by praying to God, a figure I hadn't had in my life for over 30 years, to help me. God never intervened but I realized that I had been such a bad man in my life that this was probably his way of punishing me. The ghost humped me over and over for hours, his deathly-cold member shredding my fragile rectum to pieces. When he was done my bed sheets were covered in blood and shit and semen, which was odd because up until then I never realized that ghosts could cum.
At one point I finally passed out from all the raping and blood loss and when I came to Big Ray Ray was standing over me, asking what had happened. I told him and he also became afraid; there was no doubt between either of us that The Mason Jar Rapist had visited our cell that night and made me his next victim.
In the wake of my violation I tried to join a support group for people that had been raped in my prison but they didn't accept me because no one believed that a ghost had raped me. Once out of jail I tried to join a group for people that had run-ins with ghosts but no one believed that a ghost was capable of rape. Finally, in 2005 I made my own support group for people that have been raped by ghosts. I am still the only member but I hope that one day others who have been penetrated against their will by a ghost will join me.
So if you don't believe in ghosts just think about me getting anally penetrated by a ghost in my jail cell that grave October night. Just think about that translucent ethereal being slowly guiding his penis through my butt cheeks like a snake through a garden and tell me that ghosts don't exist. Think about me biting my lip until it was bloody and torn up as the ghost of a deceased rapist made me his next victim.
My name is Rick 'Magma' Bocchino and I was raped by a ghost.
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