In 1996 I had my first sleep paralysis episode. I had graduated high school and I was staying with relatives in the south of England.
I was reading the Martian chronicles and looked over at the time and saw that it said 3am. I left the light on and closed my eyes to sleep. I began to
I was sitting upright on the bed. My girlfriend and best friend were sitting next to me. We laughed and joked. Suddenly I was shocked out of my dream
and I was back in the room and I was paralyzed and I felt like I was being pulled by my feet down the bed. I struggled but couldn't break free of the
sensation. Then I heard a woman's voice soothingly call my name and I was released. It stoped. I couldn't sleep the rest of that night.
This episode started years of sleep paralysis night terrors that finally ended with the scariest feeling I have felt in my adult life.
After returning to the states I had a few more episodes. I contributed them to too much hard drinking. I decided to hit up the 1997-1998 Internet for
answers. I found an article that discussed sleep paralysis attributing it to hyperKPP or hypoKPP. Too much or too little potassium in the blood stream
and that it is also genetic coming from the mothers side of the family. This felt satiystifactoty to me so I decided to nip the problem in the bud and
eat a ton more avocados!
After I had done this research one morning I asked my mother if she had ever experienced this and she said she had. Being a very reserved English
woman she had never talked about it with anyone and we never really spoke of it again. Our relationship isn't usually one of sharing personally
details. She is classic cold English. I felt again this was satisfactory and knowing it happened to her as well made me feel less alone.
The reason I felt to write and share this piece is from this experience I'm about to share. It is my paramount sleep paralysis episode. It still
shakes me from time to time.
I was failing hard through life. I had left home and moved away only to end up back in LA multiple times. I was about to join the marine corps to
finally straighten my degenerate punkass up. This was early 2001. I drank way into the night and would never sleep right. I was trying to be a wreck
of a human being. I would stress about my future because at this point I had none.
One night I stayed awake until six am then decided to go to sleep. The bedroom I slept in was decorated by my parents and was very nice. When lying
down on the bed looking straight forward you would see a large window with curtains. Next to the window on the far wall was an ornate mirror. The wall
to the right of me also had a large window with curtains and directly below that was a clothes hamper.
As I was failing asleep I could instantly feel a sleep paralysis episode about to occur. I struggled to break free from it but couldn't.
I saw a raven fly in my room and sit on the frame of the mirror and stare at me like in the poem. Then it happened and I saw him.
There was a man sitting on my hamper all dressed in black. Black rimmed hat, black vest, black duster, black jeans, black boots. He was all rumpled,
ragged. He had straw like black hair and was pale white. He was laughing to himself and his legs were crossed. In his right hand that was on his knee
he was holding a syringe and I felt as though he was waiting for me to sleep and then would inject me with the solution. He would look at me and
slowly move his hand holding the syringe. His prescience was terrifying. I awoke and he was gone. I was shaken for days.
He looked like the character the sandman from the comic.
When I finally entered the Marines the episodes stopped for many years.
It wasn't until 2014 when I was doing some internet browsing that I came across the "Hatman". This ghoul still gives me the shakes when I think
I guess I write this because I wonder why I saw something others have been seeing without Pryor knowledge of this occurrence happening. Is this figure
my unconscious version of the boogeyman? Is this my modern version of terror?
It was such a horrible experience that my first comment on ATS was about my thoughts on sleep paralysis.
Thank you for suffering through my writing style and reading this