I was not sure where to post this, but if someone feels it should be placed somewhere else, please do so. I want to start off by saying that this is
something that I have experienced for some time now, but thankfully it is not something that happens with regularity. Looking back I would say that my
first experiences with it were in my childhood, although I do not remember specifics, except waking up in the middle of the night, being terrified and
trying to scream but not being able to. Looking back, I assume that this was my earliest experiences, but I cannot say for sure and do not remember
any specifics. For this post I want to list the 3 most recent experiences that I had.
The first was around 2011, I was living alone in an apartment while finishing up my college. I had laid down on the couch and was lying on my back,
directly in front of me was my front door, the only door into the apartment. I woke up, but could not move, talk or anything. I could only look around
and that is when I saw the door knob. It appeared to be moving, as if someone was jiggling it, trying to come in. I become panicked. I'm trying to
get up, but I cannot. I am a grown man, I am by no means a bad man or a large man, but I am 6 feet tall, 220 lbs. I can take care of myself, and if I
cannot I have a Springfield tucked away in my drawer that can help, but not now. Even if I wanted to, I could not. I felt as defenseless as a child. I
continued to try to move, if I could just get to the door I could see who or what was coming in. I could defend myself. I could not though. After what
felt like forever, but in reality was most likely nothing but mere seconds, I broke free. I jumped to my feet and rushed to the door, swinging it open
I was surprised to find nothing. It was a beautiful afternoon and no one was trying to come into my apartment.
The next experience was at my parents' home, around 2013 I had came home for Christmas and was in my room asleep. I was lying on my stomach and my
face was facing towards a wall. I awoke in the middle of the night, but again I could not move. I started to panic when all of a sudden I felt a
presence. It was not pleasant presence either. I felt as if someone or something grabbed my leg. I was being thrown around my bed uncontrollably. It
was as if whatever was thrashing me about was having no difficulty in doing so, like I was a pillow that was just being swung around. After coming-to
in a pitch black room I fumbled for my remote, finding it and turning the TV on, but nothing was there. I must have hallucinated the entire thing, I
had not been moved from my spot, my covers were not in a mess, it was as if nothing was wrong. I was able to go back to sleep (with the tv on of
course) and awoke the next morning. I entered my closet to find that one of the shelves had fallen, along with some clothes that were hanging on it.
My mother asked me about what had happened and if I had heard a loud thud during the night. I told her about the things in the closet and we shrugged
it off, her and my father had assumed I had fallen out of the bed, but must not have been too concerned about it as the thud had awoken them and they
went back to sleep. I have assumed that this thud could have possibly woke me up, but my body was still lagging behind.
The last experience I wanted to share happened a few weeks ago. I again am living in an apartment by myself. I was awoken in the middle of the night,
and again I could not move, or talk. I started to panic, but was able to regain myself. "You've been here before, you know what this is. You can
fight it, you can get out of this, it's just sleep paralysis." This is where this one took an unexpected turn. I focused all of my energy on trying
to move one finger, if I could just move one finger the others would catch up and I could get out of this. Then I did, it moved, I started regaining
control and stood up, ready to get something to drink, I had beat it. I had not beat it though, within the blink of an eye I was back on my bed unable
to move. I again focused all of my energy, and was able to crawl myself out of it and stand up, but again as soon as I had stood up, I was back on my
bed, face down. This went on for two or three more times, until I finally snapped out of it. I stood up and walked to the kitchen to get a drink a
water, fearing that every step I would just end up back in the bed, but I was finally out of it.
This is not something I normally talk about with others, but I had saw a new movie advertised that explores sleep paralysis and wanted to share that
with others, as well as my personal experiences. If anyone would like to share their experiences or offer some insight into mine I am all ears. The
documentary is called, The Nightmare, and I provided a link to a Vice story about it below.