Ayame
Weeping Willow Pines.
Sorry for using colons like the name of a cheesy sequel, but I decided that Sleep Paralysis (while it could fit into dream threads) should totally get a thread devoted to the terrible, terrible fear that it instills in your heart.
So, so, before, I was curious. I searched for information about it as an intrigued bystander, unknowing of the terror.
But a week or so ago, it struck.
I was lying in bed, apparently waking up fully from some pleasant dream, thinking about some silly event in a book or a plot idea- when I heard a scuffling behind me, near my dresser. At first I thought that it was just my cat, lurking in my room, but it persisted. I got a little worried, and I thought that it might be a person, and though I dreaded peeking, I decided that I should sit up, maybe take a look to reassure my self, and run, whimpering and screaming like a little girl.
Unfortunately, I could do no such thing. No, not only could I not sit up or scream for help, I could not move at all. I realized then what it was, something I'd read about. I didn't know if it was sleep paralysis, or just a normal nightmare- though I frantically tried to move, I wondered if I really would be moving, or if my limbs would only move in a dream.
And then something touched my face from behind, and I heard a woman's voice asking, "Are you? Are you? Are you?" softly, almost as if she hadn't actually said it aloud.
I was horrified, trapped there in the room, trying pathetically to move my leg just a little bit so I could possibly thrash about and alert my mother. (She wouldn't have heard, but it was the only thing I could try.)
And it ended. I don't remember exactly at what point, but I was able to move and it was strange, because the room had been a lot darker (because of the thoroughly menacing atmosphere?) when I was just laying there.
So it was scary. Intensely scary, and thought I knew it wasn't real, it was horrible.
So, so, before, I was curious. I searched for information about it as an intrigued bystander, unknowing of the terror.
But a week or so ago, it struck.
I was lying in bed, apparently waking up fully from some pleasant dream, thinking about some silly event in a book or a plot idea- when I heard a scuffling behind me, near my dresser. At first I thought that it was just my cat, lurking in my room, but it persisted. I got a little worried, and I thought that it might be a person, and though I dreaded peeking, I decided that I should sit up, maybe take a look to reassure my self, and run, whimpering and screaming like a little girl.
Unfortunately, I could do no such thing. No, not only could I not sit up or scream for help, I could not move at all. I realized then what it was, something I'd read about. I didn't know if it was sleep paralysis, or just a normal nightmare- though I frantically tried to move, I wondered if I really would be moving, or if my limbs would only move in a dream.
And then something touched my face from behind, and I heard a woman's voice asking, "Are you? Are you? Are you?" softly, almost as if she hadn't actually said it aloud.
I was horrified, trapped there in the room, trying pathetically to move my leg just a little bit so I could possibly thrash about and alert my mother. (She wouldn't have heard, but it was the only thing I could try.)
And it ended. I don't remember exactly at what point, but I was able to move and it was strange, because the room had been a lot darker (because of the thoroughly menacing atmosphere?) when I was just laying there.
So it was scary. Intensely scary, and thought I knew it wasn't real, it was horrible.