A Tale Of Sleep Paralysis

The day had been long, exhausted wasn’t even the word for the feeling that encompassed me. My body could no longer propell itself to move and function. Heavy eyes periodically closing despite the fight to force them open. It was a battle I could not win and so I gave into it. Slipping slowing beneath the comfort of blankets and the cushion of the pillow topped mattress, it didn’t take long before sleep came to take me.

Normally sleep is a relaxed state, one where if you are fortunate enough you will find yourself on grand and fun adventures limited only by the power and imagination of your own mind. If you are extra lucky you will experience the sensations as if you truly exist and live them. If you are unlucky you will spiral downward into a hell of your own making and even worse still you will have no control over anything happening.

It started off normally a slow drift into an unconscious unaware yet aware. A few moments into my body relinquishing its awake state and it took a turn. I heard sounds within the room and I knew I was not alone. My body had relinquished its control, but my conscious mind had not. The sound drew nearer and suddenly I became aware of the heavy footsteps inching closer. My mind racing as my body could no longer move, my mouth could no longer speak. I tried rationalizing that one of the kids was coming into the room, but the kids were not home. I was alone and I knew it. Suddenly I could see only from a certain angle in the room. I could see the door, though my eyes remained fully shut. I could not see in the direction of where the footsteps had stopped limited only to the angle from the tilt of my unmoving head. I began to breathe heavily becoming increasingly aware I had company and that company most definitely had the upper hand.

The panic set in as I could not make a sound and I could not move even a finger. Then I felt it, a very large person jumping hard back onto the bed with me near the foot of the bed. Inhumanly large I could feel him, I could tell this was a him of some kind, the presence was strong and prickly. The energy intense and threatening. I was nothing more than a lifeless doll with full consciousness, I was at the mercy of whatever sat on the bed. I began to feel the weight of the mattress shift heavy movement drawing closer to me, I could not see, I could only hear and feel. I was trapped within myself. A prisoner in my own body. I wanted to scream out for help, but no sound would form I was screaming only inside of my head. Please please let me wake up, please do not let this thing come any closer I begged within my own head. No one was going to save me.

The weight began to shift the large entity transforming into a smaller vessel shapeshifting and adding only more to the confusion and helplessness. I felt him move next to me crawling around my head and starting to move down the other side and then he paused drawing in toward my face I could feel its breath on my face sniffing almost sucking in. Until I realized it was sucking out my breath I could feel it brush against my face but it did not feel like skin, it felt like fur and extra-long whiskers too long and too big to be any cat, which I did not have at the time. I had no pets and then I panicked more realizing I don’t have a cat or any animal for that matter. The body of this thing was much too big to be a cat it was some strange hybrid-like creature given its size and weight and feel. I started breathing heavier pure panic setting in whatever this was touching me nose to nose and that nose I can only describe as being a very oversized opossum type nose. I will never forget it. I could feel the shape and size of it, the size of the nostrils, the heat of its breath. I screamed inside, no one could hear me, no one was around to hear me. I began to push my breath as hard as I could managing to barely force my body to wake just enough to move, to free myself but it was short-lived, my exhaustion, wouldn’t allow my continued state of wakefulness and I fell right back into, right back to sleep and right back into paralysis and it started all over again jumping onto the bed moving in toward me and I fought it with everything in me manipulating my breath once more and managing to wake again. I stayed awake for a bit and fell asleep this time fully unconscious. I was grateful to at least not know what, if anything further had happened to me.


Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

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