A few years ago I was seeing weird things. I saw this girl--she looked like she was dead and it's no surprise I looked away. I mean, how could I believe what I was seeing? When I looked back she was gone so I wrote this off as nothing. The next time though I was walking at night and I saw this really weird shadow move across the snow. It was really, really fast so it was out of sight before I could figure out what it was. By this time I was truly freaked out, but I didn't have much to go on so I let it all slide.
The next time made me truly believe there was something else in this world. It's not that I hadn't believed there was more here before--I did, but sometimes it's different when you have evidence thrown in your face. Anyway, I had been sleeping on the couch at my grandparents house (before I get into this further I'd like to have it known the house is pretty old and there had been a young buy who died there). Nobody was home when I woke up and it didn't take me long at all to realize something was seriously, very wrong. I couldn't move--not at all. No matter how much I tried.
It was like something was on top of me--sitting on my chest and holding me down. I didn't see anything--whatever it was, was invisible, but nonetheless scary. I struggled and I could feel the energy I was exerting to my limbs, but even still, I remained unmoving. It was one of the worst feelings I have ever experienced. It was like I was completely paralyzed, and my mind was processing the danger around me. And I knew there was danger. I began to panic, and I wasn't sure if it was true, but I knew that if you told whatever it was to leave, it would obey. It was really hard to speak. I first thought I forgot how, but I used everything inside me to scream. I succeeded nearly immediately.
I shouted "Get off of me!" and a second or two later, the pressure was gone. My arms that had been held down suddenly flew up in the air, my legs kicked and I nearly fell off the couch. I don't know how long I held my arms in the air but I soon dropped them, and looked around. I was completely terrified, even though I felt whatever it was--was gone. I didn't want it to come back. When my breathing slowed, I got up and went to the computer--really desperate to find out what just happened.
I found some worrisome things.
I remember reading that people who are depressed are more open to these attacks. I also remember reading countless similar stories. Even now as I look up "Sleep Paralysis" there are stories, youtube videos and websites. It's extremely scary. It's like you're laying there, knowing that you might not live, knowing you can't do anything about it, but hoping you'll survive. Sometimes I wonder if the only reason I got away was because I didn't give up; I never stopped fighting whatever it was that was holding me.
The reason I am seeking answers now, or even ideas as to how to protect myself, or what THIS is, is because it happened again. It was a dream though, or at least I hope it was. I was confronted by a demon who looked like a human. I was made to touch this thing on the wall and I didn't want to. I cried and fought against it, but nothing seemed to help. When she left me, because I was trying to get away, I flew a to the floor a few feet away (because the pressure was gone). When I "woke up" I looked around. I wasn't on the floor though but it was the same room the dream took place. Again I laid there for awhile, looked around. There was nothing there, or at least I didn't see anything.
I'm going to link a youtube video. There are some people in it that explain this very well and everything they described--about feeling like you were going to die is very true in my case.
Thanks for looking at this. I really hope I can get some answers.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XeWgA882Xho Here is the video.
I also read this on a website:
Exhausted from a bout of mononucleosis and studying for finals, Hufford retreated one December day to his rented, off-campus room and fell into a deep sleep. An hour later, he awoke with a start to the sound of the bedroom door creaking open- the same door he had locked and bolted before going to bed. Hufford then heard footsteps moving toward his bed and felt an evil presence. Terror gripped the young man, who couldn't move a muscle, his eyes plastered open in fright.
Without warning, the malevolent entity, whatever it was, jumped onto Hufford's chest. An oppressive weight compressed his rib cage. Breathing became difficult, and Hufford felt a pair of hands encircle his neck and start to squeeze. "I thought I was going to die," he says
I was never choked. But this is similar to what happened to me. There's scientific explanation for this, I think. But I felt something was wrong---more wrong than not just being able to move. I felt something dangerous in that room. And maybe I am just being paranoid, but sometimes I feel like I'm being watched...
I won't even begin to lie and say that I'm not afraid because I very much am. I don't know why that happened to me a few years ago, why I was seeing things or why I woke up and couldn't move. But what I do know is that I've just recently got in touch with this site, and who I am. And the fact that this is happening again---now---it's just...well, I'm sure you can imagine. So anything any of you have to say would be so much appreciated.