Please... Let Me Sleep Peacefully...
Posted 1 year ago by
I know sleep paralysis are common to people who are under stress or those who lack enough sleep. Back when I was studying in college, I usually sleep very late. Like 3 or 4am.
I changed my habit after one spooky incident.
I had sleep paralysis one time I was sleeping. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I could just move my eyes. I had difficulty in breathing. Then I saw a figure looming outside my jalousie window. It was a dark figure. No face at all. Just a dark shadow. It was staring at me as I was at it. I woke up feeling strange but disregarded it because I had sleep paralysis before so I thought it was the same as I had before.
I looked at the window and remembered the lucid dream I thought I had. I usually slept with the window open so that the light could slip through and also cool air.
The next night, I had sleep paralysis again. What scared me was the dark figure was still there. But it was already inside my bedroom, no longer outside the window. I wanted to scream but I couldn't. I could only move my eyes. And I could slightly move my fingers but I couldn't make myself be awake.
The dark figure seemed to be crawling toward me and I got scared, I panicked. Then I woke up, sweating. The dark figure wasn't there anymore. I didn't sleep for awhile.
College was stressful, so I forgot everything that happened the night before. And I slept with the window open again. As expected, it happened again.
Only this time, the figure was already above me, like sitting or slightly crushing me. I couldn't move. I cried. I prayed. I prayed. I cried and prayed. Then it stopped and I woke up. I touched my face and I was really crying because my eyes were wet.
I told my friends about this at school because it bothered me a lot now. They told me that they too have sleep paralysis every now and then, but nothing like mine. But the school work seemed more important at the time so I disregarded it again.
The next night, I slept early to avoid it from happening again. But it happened. Obviously. But this time, it seemed different. I wasn't in a paralysis. I was actually inside a dark red room I didn't recognize. I tried to scream but no voice came out, trying to get out but I couldn't. Then, someone hugged me from behind, crushing my body. It hurt. I cried. I prayed for it to stop. Then it stopped. I woke up.
I got scared. I told my mother about it the next day. Then she told me to close the windows before I sleep. But I didn't agree because it would be discomforting and humid.
And because I didn't follow what my mother told me, the sleep paralysis happened again. Only this time, the figure crushing me was mimicking my prayers. I actually heard the voice. It was a very deep male voice. And, sometimes, he would laugh. I remembered what I used to do to wake up during sleep paralysis. I breathed very forcefully. Like a strong inhale and exhale. I don't know if you have tried this but it definitely did work for me. I woke up.
I closed my windows before I sleep after that incident. And it didn't happen anymore. The figure didn't come back. I didn't know if it was really real or just my subconscious trying to scare me.
But my mother believed it had something to do with the mango tree outside my window. My grandmother once called a paranormal expert to sleep overnight in our house and check everything. The expert told us that he saw ghosts of children playing under the mango tree every night but they seemed harmless. But he advised us not to go out there after 7pm.