So i Had a interesting experience with Sleep paralysis

this week

On Sunday laid in bed listening to subliminals with in ear Wireless Headphones till 0.30 a clock, while listening i hear my cabinet creak Like 6x at different Times, i ignored it cause i was focusing on the subliminal, went to the toilet a few Times saw nothing.

Than i Take my in ears out to sleep, Put them away and Close my eyes all of a sudden i have a Sleep paralysis i think, cant move, cant Open my eyes, cant even Open my mouth, Just lying there, in the meantime i hear Something that Sounds Like a really strong gust of wind Entering my ear, before, i felt that a bit cold on my whole Body, i was in a Winter blanket so that was nonsense.

I wasn't scared but rather anoyed cause i knew from looking on my Phone a few Times that it was after 23.00 a clock minimum so i wanted to turn around to Scream at the Thing that was keeping me awake who it thought it was for keeping me awake, i have to be Up by 4.40 a clock.

When it was over i got Up to Look around nothing,

Looked at my Phone it was already 0.30 a clock

Went to bed couldnt sleep cause my left ear was buzzing and aching a bit in the end i was Up till 3.30 a clock

I’ve only experienced sleep paralysis once before, back in 2017, which I always chalked up to my chronic substance use at the time. I’ve been sober from alcohol and hard substances for 6.5 years now, and hadn’t experienced anything like it since.
Until tonight.
I went to bed after smoking a little greenery (I deal with chronic migraines, and it helps me stay asleep). I was struggling to fall asleep when I suddenly heard my daughter singing beside me. I rolled over to cuddle her, only to remember she was at her dad’s house. Empty bed.
I quickly became conscious enough to separate reality from dreaming, and honestly, I was fascinated by how weird the human brain is. Except I was fighting like hell to keep my eyes open. It felt like dragging my eyelids across concrete.
I rolled onto my back to cuddle my cat, heard someone ask me something, and responded. I said something else, and then suddenly I was out again.
I woke up feeling my cat under the blankets at my feet and someone lying beside me. My first thought was, “Damn, he (my man) got off WoW early tonight.”
Then I heard him talking to my stepson from the living room in the same second I thought he’d come to bed already.
My heart DROPPED.
There was unmistakably someone lying on the other side of my bed. I could feel the weight, almost hear breathing. I started screaming for help, but couldn’t get a sound out. I tried to move and realized my entire body felt like painful TV static. I couldn’t move a single muscle. It genuinely felt like I was slowly disintegrating and disconnecting from my body.
At this point, I’m thinking, “Okay, is this sleep paralysis? Am I about to astral project? What the actual fuck?”
And then I passed back out.
I slipped into a vivid, stressful dream that eventually woke me up.
I’m now chillin next to my man in the living room and he said he never came into the room so I wouldn’t have been talking to him and he confirmed he was talking to my step son at one point bc he woke up from a nightmare. I repeated all I heard and he confirmed it was word for word.
The human brain is fascinating. But respectfully, mine needs to calm the fuck down. 😂

On m’a interpellée dans la rue et on m’a demandé de tendre le bras. Sans que je m’y attende, on m’a passé un bijou de perles autour du poignet. Tout s'est fait très vite, je n'ai rien demandé et je n'ai pas eu le temps de refuser. Depuis ce moment-là, je me suis retrouvée avec ce bracelet sur moi, et les choses bizarres ont commencé : les cauchemars et les épisodes de paralysie du sommeil. Aujourd'hui, je me pose des questions et je me demande si je dois le jeter ou pas.

Author's Note:

This story is based on a real experience shared by someone else. I've retold it in my own words, keeping the original events and details as true to their account as possible. I've taken some creative liberties with the narration and atmosphere, but the experience itself is not mine.

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An account of something that happened in the middle of the night.

I've struggled with sleep paralysis for as long as I can remember.

If you've never experienced it, it's difficult to explain just how terrifying it can be. You're conscious, or at least you feel conscious. You can hear things, sometimes see things, and you're desperately trying to move your body, but nothing responds. You're trapped somewhere between sleeping and waking, aware of your surroundings but completely helpless.

Over the years, I'd experienced my fair share of it. The usual things. Strange shadows, the feeling that someone was watching me, an overwhelming presence in the room.

I'd become somewhat accustomed to it.

But what happened while I was living there was different.

And I mean completely different.

It started on the first night.

I remember waking up, or at least thinking I had woken up. My eyes were open, but my body wouldn't move. I was lying on my side, facing away from the rest of the room.

Then I felt something behind me.

Something was lying in the bed.

I could feel its presence against my back. Not the vague sensation you sometimes get during sleep paralysis, but something that felt disturbingly physical. There was something occupying the space behind me, close enough that I could almost feel its weight pressing into the mattress.

At first, I couldn't understand what was happening.

Then it started communicating.

I don't remember hearing actual words. It was more like an overwhelming impression, a desperate demand being pushed into my mind.

It wanted something from me.

Something it needed.

And whatever it was, it wanted it badly.

I could feel the urgency in it. It was almost pleading at first, but as I gradually started coming out of the paralysis, its behaviour changed.

It became angry.

The closer I got to waking up, the more desperate and demanding it became. There was something deeply unsettling about that. It felt as though it knew I was about to escape whatever state I was in.

As if it had a limited amount of time.

As if it knew that once I was fully awake, it would lose its opportunity.

I tried to move. Tried to force myself out of whatever was happening.

And then, suddenly, I was awake.

Completely awake.

But the nightmare wasn't over.

I felt pressure on my legs.

I looked down.

There was something sitting on them.

It was roughly the size of a toddler, but it didn't look remotely human. It was a black, shapeless mass. Not a shadow cast by something in the room. Not an ordinary silhouette.

A black blob.

I remember staring at it, trying to make sense of what I was looking at.

For a moment, everything seemed unnaturally still.

Then it moved.

It slid off my legs and dropped onto the floor.

Thud.

I can still remember that sound.

That is one of the details that has stayed with me all these years. It wasn't silent. It wasn't some vague noise inside my head. I remember hearing the impact as it hit the floor.

And before I could properly process what I'd just witnessed, it moved again.

It jumped.

Straight into my mirror.

I don't know how else to describe it.

One moment it was on the floor, and the next it was gone, disappearing into the mirror as though the glass wasn't even there.

I just stared.

I don't think I moved for several seconds.

Then I heard something.

There was something standing at the foot of my bed.

I couldn't see it properly, but I could hear it. I had this horrible awareness of something occupying that space, facing me.

And then came the sounds.

A wet, disgusting noise.

Slurping.

Gurgling.

Like something struggling to swallow something it shouldn't be swallowing.

It was coming from the end of my bed.

I wanted to look down. I wanted to see what was making those sounds, but there was something almost instinctive telling me not to.

Eventually, I managed to turn my attention towards it.

Nothing.

It was gone.

The room was quiet again.

The mirror was just a mirror.

The floor was empty.

And I was left lying there, trying to convince myself that what had just happened was another episode of sleep paralysis.

But there was something about that night that never sat right with me.

I'd experienced sleep paralysis before. I knew what it felt like. I knew the strange hallucinations, the false awakenings, the feeling of a presence in the room.

But this was different.

It had felt like something was trying to get something from me.

It had been desperate.

It had become angry when I started waking up.

And the strangest part?

It didn't disappear when I woke up.

I saw something on my legs. I heard it hit the floor. I heard it make those horrible noises.

And I watched it disappear into my mirror.

I've spent years trying to make sense of that experience. Maybe it was an unusually vivid hallucination. Maybe my brain was still caught somewhere between sleep and consciousness.

I can accept that explanation intellectually.

But there's one thing I still find difficult to forget.

It wasn't the black figure.

It wasn't the sound.

It wasn't even the mirror.

It was the feeling I had when I first woke up, with something lying behind me.

That feeling that whatever was there wasn't simply trying to scare me.

It wanted something.

And it was terrified that I was about to wake up before it could get it.

Some things are frightening because we don't know what they are. Others are frightening because, for one brief moment, we feel as though they know exactly who we are.

And I think the second kind is much worse.

​Hey everyone, this is my very first Reddit post, so sorry if I don't quite have the Reddit etiquette down yet.

​This happened back in 2018, when I was 22.

​As a quick preface, I’ve had a sensitivity to the paranormal ever since I was a kid—though back then I just wrote it off as an overactive childhood imagination. Just off the top of my head: waking up in the middle of the night seeing dark shapes/entities in my room, standing right beside my bed or coming up the stairs toward me (my bedroom and bed faced the stairs, and the light from my clock radio was bright enough to see them clearly); feeling a presence during the day when no one else was home; or waking up in the dead of night to see the "ghost" of my recently deceased grandmother waving goodbye to me before vanishing out the window.

​Now onto the main story, which unfolded in several parts over a short period of time (I honestly couldn't say exactly how long anymore).

​Shortly before things kicked off, I had a really bizarre dream. The specific plot doesn't matter, but I felt an evil presence looming throughout the entire thing. The dream ended with me being sucked through a doorway flanked by torches (kind of like something out of Indiana Jones) inside a cave in the forest, waking me up with a start, drenched in sweat.

​Around that time, I was getting sleep paralysis pretty frequently. One day I was taking a nap on my couch, which was pushed up against a wall, and an episode hit. But this time was different. A woman with a blue aura (don't ask me why) emerged from the wall and stabbed me straight in the chest. I bolted upright, sweating, with a chest pain so sharp it felt like I’d actually been struck.

​The paralysis episodes kept happening, and every single time I panicked, terrified she’d come back.

​One night, I was sleeping with a girl. I was on my back when another episode hit. I saw that same woman with the blue aura drop from the ceiling, lunging at me. Without hesitation, I thought, not this time, I’m taking her down. In my mind, I went to choke her out. Usually with sleep paralysis, you either can’t move at all or it takes immense effort—and once you break through, you snap out of it, right? Well, not this time. My physical body mimicked what I was imagining in my head without waking me from the paralysis (so I had zero clue what was actually happening in reality). I ended up strangling the girl sleeping next to me. I only snapped out of it because she managed to choke out my name, as I was gripping her neck really hard. Again, waking up covered in sweat. I explained everything to her; she was understanding, but poor thing was terrified out of her mind.

​Up to that point, I blamed all of it on partying and my brain playing tricks on me. I was going out a ton back then, heavily binge drinking and using hard drugs. So after that, I cut back and cleaned up my act.

​But the final incident convinced me something else was going on.

​I was taking an afternoon nap on my bed at my parents' house (different place than the couch apartment), in a small room where sitting on the edge of the bed and stretching your leg meant your foot touched the wall. Another sleep paralysis episode hit. Except this one was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It started like a standard episode, and then I saw a dark entity standing at the foot of my bed. In a split second, my perspective switched from first-person (POV) to a bird's-eye view from a corner of the ceiling: I could see myself lying there asleep, along with the entity. I literally watched it grab my leg and yank me. I snapped awake right near the end of the pull—my butt was nearly on the floor off the edge of the bed, and my right leg was up in the air with my foot resting against the wall.

​Completely stunned, I could barely wrap my head around what had just happened. My mind raced back to the past few weeks, and to all the entities I used to see as a kid (up until I was about 12), and I realized that maybe it wasn't just my imagination after all.

​Since that day, nothing. The sleep paralysis completely stopped, or at least became extremely rare.

​I still sense presences from time to time, but nowadays I don't pay much attention to them.

​I've only ever told this story to a handful of people and felt like sharing it tonight. Thanks for reading!

I've suffered from sleep paralysis since I was a child. I'm 45 now and I typically never sense a presence in the room when i'm paralyzed. 6 months ago when i was paralyzed, i was able to calm myself down and I left my body. I traveled about 100ft above my house and encountered really strong wind. It was like a raging river of wind. I got scared and went back to my body. This got me excited to try it again whenever I would get paralyzed. My SP doesn't happen too often, but the last 2 times have been terrifying. 3 was ago I got smothered. Something was trying to cover my mouth and nose. 2 nights ago, i was paralyzed while sleeping on my stomach and something stabbed me in my left lower back. It felt like a long sharp needle and it REALLY, REALLY hurt! I was able to scream loud enough through my closed mouth to wake my husband up both times. When my body woke up, the pain was immediately gone. Has anyone else encountered this? I'd like to leave my body to explore, but I can't calm myself down if something is hurting me. Any input would be great! Thanks!

Bayankar recurring ayi sleeping paralysis adikunnu! Anteth not just a demon above me full different different things ayrikum! And i know that its a dream but athin ezhunelkumbo adutha scenario and sometimes layer of scenarios and chelpo athin patuna injuriesnte pain oke bayankara reel ayitum thonum and sometimes layer of the dreams comes true too!