Great Moments in Journalism are submitted by readers, and can be sent to this address. Today's Moment comes from our neighbor to the north, and concerns the all-too-common problem of ghost rape. Were we author Peter Duffy we would have held out for Modern Love with a topic this amazing, but to each his own. Anyway, here you go:
When I got home, I poured myself a finger of Scotch and sat reflecting on the evening.
Then I went to bed. It was midnight, late for me.
And that's when it happened.
I became aware of a strange presence in the bedroom, something emitting waves of malevolence.
And then I saw it; something was rearing over me.
I don't know how, or why, but instinctively, I knew it was a demon of some kind.
I recoiled in horror, trying to make myself small, unable to tear my eyes away.
There was no face. The thing had a human form but it was swathed in a black cowl-like covering, like some kind of monk.
And then it was on top of me, soundless and unstoppable, smothering me, assaulting me.
There's no delicate way to put this; I was vividly aware of this creature violating me.
I yelled, but nothing came from my lips. My struggles were in slow motion. I was helpless.
And then, as suddenly as it appeared, the creature was gone.
Worse, he never calls, he never writes...