reply to post by Static Sky
During a summer break at college, I was staying at home with my parents. Both my mom and dad had left for work and I, like many a typical teenager,
was sleeping late.
Sometime in the morning (maybe 10:00ish?) I awoke with a terrible feeling of dread. I couldn't move my arms or legs, nor speak. The only sound I
could hear was the blood pounding in my head. My heart was racing, it was difficult to breathe, and I felt smothered by fear.
I managed to move my eyes just enough to glance out my bedroom door. There, standing in the doorway, was a man. To this day, I can still see him
exactly as he stood.
He was a stocky, barrel-chested individual of medium height. He wore a red flannel shirt, jeans, and a dark colored stocking hat (we call them
tobaggans in the south). The hat was pulled down low over his head, so that it almost touched his eyebrows. He had a dark complexion (swarthy, not
African American) and a light beard.
He stood in the doorway with his head lowered, thrusting forward over his shoulders. The expression in his eyes was almost demonic.....he just seemed
so hostile. I got the feeling he was malevolent.
For several minutes he and I stared at each other. The whole time he stood there, I tried to move....to no avail. Inside my head I was screaming to
myself, "Get up! You've got to get up! This is very bad! Someone is in your house, you've got to get up!"
Eventually the paralysis broke and I was able to move. Terrified, I immediately called my father and told him what I'd seen. He tried to calm me
down, but I was fairly hysterical and not in the mood to be consoled.
Finally, I gathered enough courage to search the house. I found nothing, of course.
Interestingly, I've had several "sleep paralysis" experiences before and since....but none that involved seeing a figure. Could I have been
dreaming? Of course, but if so the dream was extremely vivid and realistic.
I've never seen the man again, nor do I care to.