Christmas At Dad's

My dad is 80 years old. He doesn't live in his house, but instead lives with his girlfriend in a one story house approximately 3 miles from his. When I visit at Christmas, I normally stay at his house because his girlfriend's dog is unnecessarily fearful of my big shepherd. This story takes place between December 24 2018 and mid January 2019.

The house felt unusually strange for no visible or palpable reason. I thought that unoccupied houses are this way and then spied a little brown bat hanging off the stairs to the second floor. (Firstly, gross. How did that get in there?) It looked gaunt but I couldn't tell if it were living or dead. I stepped around it because I an *not* messing with anything that can carry a zoonotic disease.

The next night, there was a lot of banging around, walking, and dragging sounds coming from the attic. The attic is just storage and it's really difficult to get to, or rather, impossible without a ladder and can only be accessed though the house. I've looked for that ladder and don't know where it is. I meet my dad and brother for Christmas dinner (girlfriend is sick) and apprise them of the bat and Ghouly McChains, which they found very funny apart from the bat. Dad later removed the bat himself after it had not moved for several days.

In the following evenings, I start feeling this buzzing feeling, usually on my arms and legs and eventually other places. Of course, at this point, I had not read your posts on succubi so I didn't know what it was at that time. It showed at night, I could be walking around or in bed and would leave if I just covered up my lady parts with my hands. However, get this- it harassed my dog! When I saw my elderly female hump her new toy- a behavior she hasn't done in years and never to toys- I had an inkling that something was definitely afoot.

Meanwhile, every time I would open the door to the basement, my dog would want to run down there. She has never had any interest in the basement in the past. But this visit, like everything else, it's all different. Upon opening, She would sprint for the furnace and run a loop around a huge old table meant to hold a model railroad but instead just hosting stacks of crushed dreams, lost languages and last century's artifacts. It's dusty and full of webs making it all the more frustrating when she wouldn't get out of there until she was "good and ready". (dog thinking)

So all of this came to a head one morning, around 6am, a time that I'm not normally awake. Lying on my side and facing the door to the bedroom, I had just my bottom eye cracked open. I noticed the bedroom door swing from cracked to open and immediately registered that there is *no wind* in that winter-sealed house and thus, something was going down right then. A short blur whisked around the door and hovered over/ occupied the same floor space where I had stacked drawings behind the door. This was the first time I'd seen her. She didn't look entirely human. Her face was as if it had been in a car accident and her hair was cartoonish. I didn't see her legs or feet. Then she zoomed about 1 foot off the floor towards me, still not knowing that I was awake and brushed against my forearm, which was just outside the covers. There was that familiar buzz. I yawned and pulled my arm beneath the blankets. I thought I had foiled her.

She returned approximately 5 or 10 minutes later and I felt her trying to put her tendril-like fingers beneath the covers. I slammed my opposing hand down tight because THE JIG WAS UP. She jumped over my head to the opposite side of the bed. I looked straight at her and (opting to be visible) she stuck her tongue out at me. I asked her to please go away and to leave that house. She then touched my head.

Now, apparently (per my experience) their "power" works this way. When a succubus touches you, blood rushes to that spot of your body. I'm a migraineur. It will not do for me to have these things touching my head. I asked her to quit and instead she wrapped her body around my head. So I threw her off as best as I could, which worked, while saying some cross things and then *somebody* (maybe her?) chucked a fit and stomped loudly around the house for the next two hours. Seriously, it sounded like a bipedal buffalo was ascending the stairs.

I lain in bed while chaos reigned and then it was quiet for an hour. I got up at 9:30 when I thought it more likely that the sun was far enough up and there would be no more confrontation that day. I made breakfast and heard rustling in the den. Again, winter in Wisconsin- windows are closed. I grabbed the dog, opened the doors and see this shadow creature zipping around the room. This is NOT the same thing from earlier that day and it was either afraid of me or the dog or both. I couldn't make out what it was because it was moving as fast as a mouse. It was about 3 1/2-4' tall, running on two rear legs and was leaning forward. My closest guess at that time was that it looked like a small goat-man satyr but I didn't think about it much. I opened the back door and told it to leave and that if it did, we wouldn't hurt it. I have no idea if it left because I didn't see it anymore and my dog didn't seem to find it. She saw it when I did.

This house somehow got this way in the past year. I don't understand how. I typically only visit at Christmas and it's not possible to do a cleaning/ protection then. I packed my belongings and got out of there that morning and won't return until I understand what I'm dealing with and what I can safely do about it. Thanks to this site, I have already discovered that creature 1 isn't a poltergeist, as I had initially thought and as for the rest, it's anyone's guess.