Gosh where do I start!
Well for a start I was that kid with the built in closet who got the screaming abdabs nightly. I absolutely hated that room and refused point blank
to have the big light off. At that time (I was about 5) it had nothing to do with dreams. In the semi darkness I was wide awake waiting for those
long brown fingers to snake around the door. My parents dismissed it all as having an overactive imagination of course. They tried everything,
leaving the room door wide open and the landing light on to conceding to defeat and moving me to another room. The moving to another room did
actually work though and I was absolutely fine until we moved house. Someone mentioned a relationship to a body of water, well that house was
adjacent to a babbling brook. The room that bothered me I slept with my back or rather my head to the water, the room I was eventually moved into and
had no more problem in I slept facing it or my feet towards it.
So a few years later we moved house. Not far away, a short walk as it goes and across the other side of this brook. I was 8, everything was peachy
and Mum and Dad for the sake of a quiet life took the front bedroom with the built in closet that this time was the airing cupboard with an old copper
hot water tank in it. Anyway this was when my sleep paralysis started and threw me another wobbly. Not the greatest thing to have to cope with when
you're still a kid, I didn't know anything about it until years later when I found the internet, I couldn't really convey to my parents what exactly
was going on so they just put it down to fear of the dark. Truth be told I didn't really mind the dark, I just didn't like the shadow people standing
around my bed.
That year ET came out. Everybody loved ET right? Cute, sweet little ET with his tiny podgy brown frame and his lumbering gait. Oh bloody no not me,
ET the extra terrestrial everyone's favourite little botanist from outer space would send me into a blithering tearful sweaty panicky wreck. It was
everywhere you looked, I couldn't avoid it, my parents and friends mums thought I was stark raving mad. Truth was that bar the glowy heart and finger
that little swine was as close damnit to the thing in the closet a few years back. So yeah, my 8th year of life was fairly tricky.
Since then thanks to my SP and hypnogogic madness I've had some fairly hair raising nights. I experienced only shadow people as a kid but as I crept
into adulthood the imagery became more vividly colourful animated and bizarre. One night I had a bright neon green demonic face, huge red lolling
tongue and big old bat wing ears flapping around the room above me. When I came out of it I was more shocked than scared, a definite wtf moment that
one, but I began to see the episodes as just annoying back then and eventually they began to wane and dwindled to nothing. Unfortunately they hit me
like a brick again after the birth of my first child.
From out of nowhere I had your full on classic aliengreyeggpinchinghomegynecological
visit. I have to say their bedside manner was impeccable
even though it was rude not to ask first. Obviously because it started with all the usual markers of a SP moment I eventually put it all down to
that, like I said before, purely for my own piece of mind really, but still I've never experienced anything so earth shudderingly realistic as that
and it's something that I'll never really get over. After that I had moments like the shadows coming back, but no in your face (and I really mean
that literally) aliens and again after a little while it all dwindled into nothing apart from the odd minor flare up every few years or so.
Lately I'm having a real bad time of it again, I'm lucky if I get a night off from it. I too like to see the colours and they too in turn end up
contorting into tortured or just plain malevolent faces, sometimes I've had flashing symbols that's when I know I'm frankly #ed and I'm in for it. A
few months ago the symbols had me trying to wrench myself awake only to see figures dressed as Anubis and Horus standing either side of my bed. A few
days later something felt like it had hold of my ankles and was trying to wrench me off the bed towards the full length mirror. As for shadow people
again just a few nights ago I snapped out of face face contorting business to be confronted by a fully grown adult male sized figure sort of perched
on the top of my wardrobe while doing a spiderman thing on the ceiling by its arms. He promptly got told to right off.
That's just the tip of the iceberg as far as odd event's goes with me. Far more have occurred whilst I was fully awake. Thankfully the kids haven't
been as affected as I did growing up. I battled my childrens monsters with tomato soup, apparently monsters under the bed are deathly afraid of
mothers threatening them with tomato soup!
edit on 12-7-2012 by Suspiria because: (no reason given)