Good Morning, ATS.
While reading a very entertaining and thoroughly creepy thread yesterday (strange happenings in Louisiana
read thread here)
I came across several accounts by different members describing similar events.
Since I myself have also experienced something similar, this intrigued me and I went searching for answers.
The experiences I'm referring to seem to be a form of sleep paralysis, which has been discussed numerous times on ATS. For those of you who aren't
familiar with sleep paralysis, here is a great article explaining the science behind the phenomenon.
The Guardian The really fascinating aspect of sleep paralysis involves the
supposed paranormal or supernatural side to the event. Across different cultures, this has been described as "The Old Hag", devils/demons, alien
abductions, etc.
Now to the purpose of this thread. I'm interested in trying to determine if background knowledge or experiences shapes our interpretation of the
sleep paralysis event. I've sufferred with this since my childhood; when I was younger (around 7-13) I associated the event with demonic oppression.
I believe this was because I was raised Christian and, like every child, took the Bible quite literally with regards to devils and demons. As I've
grown older and my spiritual beliefs have changed, so has the manifestations of the concurrent 'hallucinations'. By far, the most intense and
terrifying experience occurred during my college years, when I saw what I call the Lumberjack Man.
I was a junior in college, commuting from home and enjoying sleeping late. Both of my parents had already left for work, and I had been up a couple
of times in the morning to get a drink of water, use the bathroom, etc. After one such expedition, I returned to my room and snuggled under my
covers, content to lay and doze for another few minutes.
As I was slipping back into sleep, something suddenly changed. The atmosphere in the room seemed charged with energy. I was wide awake, quite lucid,
yet completely paralyzed. It felt as if I were suffocating, or as if tight bands were wrapped around my chest. The blood pounded in my head, and a
feeling of overwhelming fear engulfed me.
Normally I can bring myself out of the paralysis by the conscious moving of a limb, but it wasn't working this morning. I did manage to turn my
head, at which point I noticed the man standing in my bedroom doorway.
He wasn't extremely tall, but very stocky with a barrel chest and large arms. I don't remember his pants, but he wore a red flannel plaid shirt,
the kind with the checkered black print. On his head he had a knit cap, what we in the south call a toboggan. He looked exactly like the quissential
pictures of a lumberjack, hence my reference to him as the Lumberjack Man.
His position in the doorway cast him into shadow, but there was plenty of light for me to make eye contact with him. He stood with his head lowered
and thrust out, with his eyes glaring up at me from underneath his brow. It was an extremely malevolent look, and to say I was terrified would be
quite an understatement.
What is odd is my next behavior. I tried to dismiss what was happening as just another sleep paralysis episode, although I had never had a visual
hallucination before (just the other symptoms). I consciously closed my eyes and attempted to will myself back to sleep.
For the next several minutes (or seconds, determing time during one of these episodes is impossible because it feels like forever), I battled with
myself. I told myself I had to get up, had to move, because there was a stranger in the house and I couldn't just lay there and wait to be
slaughtered, or what have you. Yet I could not break the hold of the paralysis. And the man continued to stand in my doorway, watching me
intently.
Towards the end I managed to move my arms and the terror eased. Normally when leaving a paralysis state, I "snap" right out of it, but not this
time. Although I could now move, I still felt the suffocating fear. I tried to assure myself it was over, and to prove it I glanced back at the
doorway.
The Lumberjack Man now stood closer to my bed, and he was grinning. I'll never forget that grin. Evil incarnate.
We locked eyes as I sat up. Then he just stepped backwards, still staring, and moved further into the shadows of the hallway and eventually out of
sight.
I was convinced there was a stranger in my house. I got out of bed, called my father, grabbed the shotgun, and while sobbing into the phone with Dad
went searching through the house (the gun wasn't even loaded, lol, but just carrying it made me feel like a bada&&). I found nothing.
I'm not 100% sure how to classify this event. It certainly had all the aspects of my typical sleep paralysis, bar the man in the room, the movement
not breaking the paralysis, and the strange fading effect. However, if the man was merely a hallucination, why did I hallucinate a lumberjack? To
the best of my recollection, I hadn't been thinking about lumberjacks, watching shows or movies with them, etc. Was it just some random firing of
neurons, or something else?
If you've experienced something similar, please share. I'm interested in knowing your background (such as religious beliefs, etc) and if you think
that shaped your interpretation of the event.
Thanks for sharing.