About a year ago, I went through about a two week period in which I barely slept, and when I did, it was not very restful.
I had been researching some creepy stuff, and I came unto the idea of demons or something who sat of the chests of sleeping people and sucked their life from them. The thing was that people would sometimes wake up, and would be unable to move because of this force holding them down. Science now tells us that this is called sleep paralysis, when your brain and conscious mind is awake, but your body is still in a form of sleep, and doesn’t move.
But damn, it sure felt like something else.
The first night of those two weeks, I woke at three am. Only, it was just my mind that worked. My limbs felt like lead, my entire body was unable to move. My head screamed for at least a twitch, but it did no good. Worse, it felt like something was weighing down on my chest, almost like I was being held down. It felt like this weight was so immense, I was unable to breathe.
But the worst thing was the voices.
I swear to God I think I heard voices.
It sounded like an entire mob of voices, I couldn’t tell if any were men or women, but I could tell they were deep. They seemed to whisper to each other, in a breathy way that I couldn’t understand their words, but the whispering seemed so loud that it filled my ears to the point I heard nothing else.
This whole time I was panicking on the inside. I was trying so hard to scream but my mouth wouldn’t open, trying so hard to move but my limbs were dead.
Suddenly, it was all gone.
My whole body jerked, finally free to move, and I gasped for breath, my heart racing. The room was dark, and the only sound I heard was the fan above my head.
The next day, I found this necklace of rosary my great aunt gave me that was apparently blessed by the pope, and wore it every night to bed. I didn’t sleep much, due to the fear that it’s happen again, but when I did, the rosary was the only thing that seemed to put me at ease.
Those two weeks, I periodically had nightmares where I was alone in darkness, seeing forms and shapes slink just out of view and hearing the same voices in a language I didn’t know. I could move in my dreams, but I felt that if I did, they’d find me.
This is a true story.
Submitted by MARYTHISISFORYOU.