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Paralyzed (A True Story)




Author’s note: This is a true story based on a recent encounter with sleep paralysis.
You can find other Creepypastas and stories on this Facebook page that my friends and I manage.
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Last thing I remember was going to sleep late at night, around 12:30 AM. Last Saturday in winter break. I’ve been trying to lucid dream for the past few days. At night I’d try to keep my consciousness by saying in my mind “I will have a lucid dream,” or “aware.” Sometimes I’d count my breaths. I always started feeling tingling all over my body sometime afterwards, and it became hard to move. I don’t think that was sleep paralysis, though, because it wasn’t that I couldn’t move, it was that I was determined not to move so that I could carry my consciousness into the dream world.

Well, I woke up early this morning. Around 8 AM or 9 AM this morning. Kinda strange since I, being a lazy teen, usually wake up by the time most families would be eating lunch.

Alright, so I tried to flip around to check what time it is. I couldn’t. But here’s the thing…I couldn’t open my eyes either. I could feel my heart leaping. There was a buzzing or static or crumpling sound or whatever in my ears. Both of them. I couldn’t feel. It was as if all my limbs were dismembered and all that was left were my ears and my heart, still pounding as if I saw a ghost.

Well, I didn’t exactly see a ghost… more like felt it… Besides my heart thumping and ear crumpling, I felt another thing. I felt something touch my side. It was so real. But there was no warmth. Only a phantom touch. The touch shook me up as if I came back from Earth after a lifetime in a Nazi labor camp. My heart thumped louder than ever. It was cold. A cold phantom touch to my side.

I eventually got control of my eyes after endless, desperate attempts to move. I couldn’t exactly open it all the way, more like a third. I could see only out of my right eye. I was looking at a wall.

Now how should I define see? I didn’t really “see” clearly. The top half of my vision was just a blur and it was kinda weird. The bottom was also blurry, but clear enough for you to get an idea of what you’re looking at.

Heart, ears, side, eyes. All that I could feel.

And then another phantom touch. On my neck this time. It was just like before. Cold. The touch felt as if the hand was weathered. It was like the hand of a man who died being tortured. And like the hand that was on my side, the touch remained on my neck… as if something was holding my down.

I fought so hard to move. You have no idea how desperate I was. I was desperate beyond desperate. I was scared beyond scared. It was like an angry soul was about to take my body.

I eventually got control of my fingers. It was like my fingers were lodged between 2 extremely heavy books and I was trying to move them.

And then it all stopped. Everything. All the phantom touches. The sound in my ear. My vision went back to normal.

I quickly flipped around to see if I could move. I could. I saw my sister playing on her Samsung phone, and I saw my alarm clock. It was around 9 AM.

My heart still thumped. I lay back to sleep. But within only a few minutes I had lost my ability to move again. My eyes were shut. And all that was left with a thumping heart and a phantom hand.

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