Sleep Paralysis It’s just another night; there’s no air of mystery, no haunted house and certainly no ghosts, and yet I am still utterly terrified. I, a man standing at around 6 foot, was absolutely terrified. It was cold and the dim light of my television dimly lit my bedroom, the scent of my nervous sweat permeated the crisp air. Why am I scared? The dreams. Every night of the past month, without fail, I have woken up screaming. Completely terrified that the awful creatures were still going to be there when I awoke. Running a hand through my greasy black hair I tried to get a grip on my sanity. “They’re just dreams.” I said to myself for the thousandth time. Unconvinced, I lie my head onto the soft, feather pillow. Turning the tv off I begin to force myself to sleep, sweating profusely still despite the air conditioner in my room being on. Then, the dream begun. My eyes opened, my room was the same as ever, the same dim blue glow of my night light, the same black curtains and blanket. Everything was just as it was when I had fallen asleep, with only two major differences: One, I am asleep (Sleep) and Two, I am completely unable to move (Paralysis). As he has every night for the past month, the ashen skinned creature appeared from the end of my bed, like a solid smoke. It’s hair, messy and pure white, obscured my vision of it’s face, making only his glowing blue eyes, identical to mine, visible as they burrowing into my very soul. His slender appendages, almost
Why do we have sleep paralysis? Almost everyone has at least one episode in their lifetime. Sleep paralysis is one of the scariest, mysterious, things anyone can experience. It has you up the rest of the time wondering why it happened, or why you couldn’t do a thing at the moment you were having it. It is also known as rapid eye movement (REM). It is where you’re awake but your body is not. 5-60% of people have sleep paralysis.
I look to the right of my bed and it’s there; crouching beside me. Its face is pure white and doesn’t resemble skin at all, but a shining porcelain. The monster doesn’t have a mouth - there is just skin running down from the bottom of its nose to its chin. Shielding it’s beady eyes are a pair of raven-black goggles strapped to its bald head. It wears what resembles a completely circular helmet the colour of a neon orange and its hands are covered in tactical gloves, dark as a jet-black night. It wears an amber jumpsuit and stare into my soul. Its wretched face is about five centimetres away from mine and I can feel an ice cold breath creep onto my forehead.The creatures body is hunched over and strange
I remember falling asleep, but I don’t remember being in a bed. I had fallen asleep in the hall due to my emotional state. My body didn’t need the sleep. My mind did. I’m actually happy I did. It got my mind off all my problems and sorrows for a good while. I sit up, pushing the unfamiliar blankets off my body. I’m in a strange hard bed in a foreign room. Everything around me feels new and alien. This isn’t my dull little prison. This room is slightly decorated with light brown walls and a dresser covered with random things.
As his stare bore into my eyes, he displayed a frightened expression. The figure was a tall, slender man with fuzzy, chocolate brown hair covering his head and skin as pale as snow. His eyes gleaming in the moonlight were immense and wild. Eventually he looks around, darting his eyes from side to side. Then leans in and whispers to me, “You can prevent it from happening!” With a panicked expression, he glared into my eyes and then I wake up from the
I woke up in a cold sweat, screaming and struggling to move my restrained arms. The night guards ripped open the heavy steel door to see what was wrong. The creature was standing in the corner looking right at me. I was pulling my arms against the leather restrains trying to point the naive guards to the cause of my appalling state. The
Did you ever awaken and find yourself unable to move? Perhaps you sensed a presence in your room or a pressure on your chest. This is sleep paralysis. It is a common disorder that affects millions of people. Most believe it occurs as we are on the edge of REM sleep. The disorder has been connected with such hallucinogenic events such as alien abduction or an evil presence. Sleep paralysis is an inability to move or speak, occasionally accompanied by hallucinations, for up to several minutes upon awakening or just before falling asleep.
Sleep paralysis was nothing new to him and he'd long ago lost that deep panic that comes with not being able to move even a single muscle after waking up fully aware in the middle of the night, but this time something was wrong. The fear he'd felt for so long had eventually turned into annoyance, but in this moment, he felt it rising back into his consciousness.
I return home from a long day, feeling weary and exhausted. I amble to my bedroom, my legs barely able to hold me up. As my eyes start to feel heavy and my body starts to feel weak, I reach over to my lamp and flip a switch. My room turns into a pitch black box of darkness, and I lay on my bed peacefully. My breathing starts to slow down and my eyes close, leading me to the path of dreams as I fall asleep.
I went to bed one night as usual, but at some point I woke up and was unable to move a muscle. I was conscious and aware that I was in my bed, but my entire body was paralysed. This is just a temporary thing right?”
I looked up at this figure as if it was the devil himself, the figure took off his hood so I could see his face and what I saw was unbearable, his face was covered in blood all around the mouth leading up to his simple nose. I did not want to look into his eyes wondering if I would be the next victim, but I did it anyway. His eyes were bright blue and full of wonder and sorrow as if they had been only the worst things in life, adding up to his hair, brown hair like a bear you would only come across in the dangerous mountains. The creature had a pale white tone to it as if its skin has never seen the sun. I stared at the monster or man or whatever it was for what seemed like forever, a moment later I snapped back into reality and when I glanced up the creature was standing right in front of me, it grabbed my neck and then it all went black, I opened my eyes and look all around and it was only just a dream. I looked over at the clock and it was about three am. I tried going back to sleep but I couldn’t, an hour went by I kept tossing and
Sleep Paralysis is a sleep disorder that some people experience at least once in their life time. The article discuss sleep paralysis causes and effects on the individual as well as the hallucinations. According to the Daily Mail Online, “The terrifying symptoms of sleep paralysis”, Sleep Paralysis is an unusual condition where one wakes up in the night, unable to move, and often experiences a wide range of bizarre and terrifying hallucinations. Sleep paralysis episodes occur early in the night, as someone is falling asleep, or towards the end of the night, as someone is waking up (Denis, 2016). Sleep paralysis is consider a sleep disorder due to the fact that the sleep-wake cycle is disrupted. The disorder appears to be more common in individual with psychiatric conditions such as traumatic stress disorder, anxiety and panic disorder as well as people who have irregular sleep patterns. Sleep paralysis occurs during REM sleep when the muscles are paralyzed but the eyes are still moving, sometimes the person can awake while in the REM sleep cycle. As mentioned in the
Strong, knowing but gentle hands moved the covers, my arms and legs, took my vital signs, and still I could not raise my arms or even flex my feet more than an inch. This sleep was not like any other I could remember. Where had I been last night? Date rape drugs crossed my mind.
Never before have I noticed anything strange in the home which I reside. That is until I found my trembling ankles inching their way up the stairs as my moist palms grappled the railing like that of a mountaineer. Each level I ascended the suspense grew. I raced to every light switch as all of the typical aspects of a scary movie began to show in my own house. Each step creaked, shadows projected in the corner of my eyes, and when I opened my phone, 3:00 A.M. flashed into my eyes; the notorious “Haunting Hour”. It seems as if that ghosts only come out when you don't want to see them, because they are created by fears deep inside yourself. Fears that you don't expect, such as popularity. Fears like this cannot be terminated
I jolted awake in fear. I had a dream. A weird dream. A vivid dream. It was full of people shouting and bright flashes of light. It was confusing yet clear, like some part of me understood it. I didn’t know it would be important then but now I know. How? Well, it happened like this…
It was late at night when they finally arrived to the motel. The hotel he was at was very dark and creepy. The closet had a few hangers. The bathroom was filthy. The sink had green vomit on it. The shower had urine it. Jason was petrified. The fridge only had a bottle of water and a small sandwich. Since he didn 't want to look at his room anymore, so he went to bed. His bed was the only clean thing in the motel room.