posted on Mar, 1 2017 @ 02:45 AM
Oh god, not again, was the focus of my brain. Regular sleep paralysis episodes over the last three months, at least occurring once a week had
increased to every second night. Same position, on my back, eyes open, difficult to breath, like a weight upon my chest. Body was numb.
I could hear the light breathing of my wife and see the reflection of the waning moon outside through the window opposite the bed. I’d learnt not
to panic and at times had managed a groan which would alert my sleeping partner on occasions. Other times I would allow myself to drift off to sleep
and wake up fine.
This time was different though. I felt increasing pressure on my chest and really thought I heard a chuckle. Darkness loomed. A shadow appeared to
block out the mild moonlight and I had a notion that someone was pouring black ink over my face and into my nostrils. I had no gag reflex, I made no
noise. My mind panicked, I wasn’t breathing. It was impossible to suck air! I felt some chest pain but that slowly dissipated.
Lighting suddenly flashed through across what I perceived to be my focus. My thoughts, “#e, it’s really got me this time.” I had no body now
just my thoughts. A floating sensation struck me and could discern a small light. I willed my mind towards the starry glow. I stopped short and
visioned what appeared to be similar to looking through a key hole into a dim room. I saw the moonlight bathing our bed. I could not hear anything
but could see my wife appearing to perform CPR on my body. The light suddenly got brighter. I saw my daughter, one hand in hair and appearing to
yell into her cell phone in the other. No sound.
A clear deep voice spoke to me. Like a tap on the shoulder it said, “Now I’ve found you, you’re coming with me.” The ink poured into my
nostrils, the light waned. I felt my mind struggling. “No, I’m not going.” I saw the dark shape. Evil. A black cloak or cape overcame the
My mind screamed “NO! I won’t go!” Terrible thumping pressure struck again, pain with each thump, upon my chest, I attempted to scream with
all my might and literally felt my body alive again. Bright light..”ARGHH” and I pushed the pressure away from my chest. I heard a crash and my
daughter screaming. “Dad!” I was back in bed, sitting up, lights on. I could see my beautiful daughter crying and sobbing while calling out
“dad, dad” repeatedly. My wife looked up from over the back of the bed. Her face was bloodied. I’d thrown her off my chest and out of the
bed. I’d lived through this latest episode thanks to her. THE END.