Something really strange has been happening to me lately. I need to make sure this gets out. I'm going to make sure at least one other person knows about this and knows it's real. This will be long, but if you read the whole thing you'll get something from it.
A few nights ago, I half woke up for seemingly no reason. I just felt like something was off. Something in my head. It was almost like I could feel someone tinkering around inside my mind. Something would slip, and I wouldn't be able to string my thoughts together quite right. My thoughts were stringing words together to form strange sentences. While the thoughts were happening, they made sense. But as soon as I finished thinking them, I would look back at what I just thought and would have no idea what I meant. For example, I remember thinking something like, "It comes in to be that all you are is its hold now here." It's jibberish. But at the moment that it was in my head, it was like I was thinking about something as normal as what I had been doing that day. Every once in a while, I would snap back to coherence and realize what I had just been doing. It was very bizarre. Eventually I got back to sleep.
The next night was weirder. But this night wasn't just weird, it was scary. I woke up... Well, that's not quite right. It wasn't like I was waking up. I just remember fading into awareness all of a sudden. The first thing I saw was a very tall, dark figure towering above the foot of my bed. It was just standing there, swaying. I didn't just see it, but I could feel its presence in my room. I tried to lurch back against the head of my bed, but I couldn't move a muscle in my body.
I told myself it was just sleep paralysis ( http://ift.tt/16MVIOq ). I got it sometimes as a kid. It's something that around 6 percent of the population will get. I've heard it said that it's when your REM sleep is disturbed, and you wake up before your body does. Supposedly your brain releases chemicals that paralyze your body during sleep so that you don't act out your dreams. This is just what I've heard from other people I've discussed this with. I've never been able to find a source behind that. We just know that 6.2 percent will experience it, and sometimes it can be linked with disorders, mostly sleep ones. I never got any other problems with it, but the experience itself is terrifying. You might hallucinate horrifying things, and you'll have this unexplainable feeling of impending doom crushing down on you while you are stuck, unable to move.
So anyway, this tall thing is just hanging over the foot of my bed, and it slowly leans forward, inch by inch, closer to my face. I heard whispers of my name all around me. Then, I started hearing a deeper whisper, coming from the black figure that was still ever so slowly putting its face closer to mine. I lost my cool at that point. My mind flew into torturous panic. At a certain point, fear overrides logic. You can know something isn't real, but when it comes and stands over your bed at night while you can't move, whispering your name in your ear, it really doesn't matter if it's real or not. And besides, it had never been like this. Never this vivid.
Out of nowhere, all the whispering stopped. It's dead silent. The figure is still standing at the foot of my bed, but somehow bending over and elongating itself to have its face next to mine. Well, where its face should have been, anyway. It was nothingness. I was just blind where its face was, and it was scarier than if I had seen anything there.
"You should go back to sleep."
I don't remember anything after that.
The day after I just felt drained. I was an empty shell.
I didn't get any sleep paralysis the next night, but something else happened. I remember jolting awake, like when you dream that you're falling and you wake up right as you hit the ground. I had that same vague feeling of doom that you get with sleep paralysis, but I was able to move and I wasn't seeing anything weird. The strange thing is that I woke up with my arm up in the air. I slept with my light on that night, so I was able to see it clear as day. I was flat on my back, looking up at the ceiling, and my right arm was standing straight up towards it. I don't remember ever putting it up. Not in a dream or anything. It was just like that when I woke up.
It gets weirder. When I first tried to put my arm down, I couldn't. My arm just wouldn’t listen. After a few seconds of that, my hand twitched and I was able to put it down. Then I passed out into a deep sleep immediately, which is very uncharacteristic of me.
That takes us to this morning. When I woke up, all of my covers were on the floor, which was weird, but not really as weird as the other stuff that had happened to me so I didn't really think much of it at the time. I got up to make myself some cereal, and right when I grabbed the handle of the refrigerator, my arm froze. I tried to open the door, but I couldn't get my arm to budge. Then my other hand reached out and grabbed the handle as well. I couldn't let go. Just like before, my arms wouldn’t listen to me. Then, just when I gave up, they opened the door of the refrigerator on their own. At first I just stared. How are you supposed to react when that happens? Before I could come up with an answer, my arms slammed the door shut again. Then it opened it. Then it shut it. Opened it. Shut it. Open. Shut.
I got myself free from the refrigerator by pushing myself off of the wall with both feet and landing on my side.
At that point, I decided “To hell with class.” I haven’t left my apartment today. I don’t know why. It’s not like it can’t get me here. I don’t know what it is. All I know is that it’s in me. Once it got its foot in the door I was done.
I can feel myself being pushed out. It’s not just my arms. It’s all of me. I feel like a stranger in my own body. The whole time I’ve been typing this it hasn’t even felt like I’ve been doing it. I’m just watching from the outside and it’s getting worse and worse and oh god I don’t know what to do god help me
All it took was me fearing it. I was afraid, and I am. The fear is still making it worse. It makes… It… stronger. I know that, but I can’t help it. I’ve made it too powerful. All it took was that little bit of fear.
The thing about possession is that it doesn’t work if you don’t believe in it, and nobody believes in it any more. That makes things difficult. The person has to be afraid of it, and they have to know how it works. If only there were some way of getting word out that it’s real and showing how it works to a lot of people. Like Reddit, maybe.
My colleagues will be seeing you soon.
Submitted November 06, 2014 at 12:12PM by OnIowa http://ift.tt/1AnMuuG nosleep
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