Sleep Paralysis

  So I thought I might as well post up one of my short stories. This is one that is very personal to me, and is probably one of my best works. It is a story about Sleep Paralysis, a disorder that I have. It is a very common thing, to the point the vast majority of the world will experience Sleep Paralysis once or twice, but very few get it as often as people like me.

  Sleep Paralysis is also the reason I am so sceptical, because it is generally factually known, with the vivid hallucinations and night terrors, to be the cause of a very large proportion of sightings of paranormal. It is probably, also, the reason for most creations of mythical creatures throughout history.

  I'll only post up a few of teaser paragraphs on here. You can find the whole piece at this link: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Vithisweet/763436/

Lingering like a warm death. I can feel the outline within my body, laid still. If demonic possession were possible - I know what it feels like. Then the pins, in their millions, strike my scalp like a violent shiver gone terribly wrong and it holds like the hairs on the back of my neck. As the pain disperses, my attempt at movement begins.

Numb. Number. Barely been asleep for a minute. Horrid urgency - I must move, I need to move. I cannot relax and wait for it to pass. Every muscle disobeys my command and my pre frontal cortex feels grey and dull. The numb intensity increasing with every time I try, yet I seem to be trying harder and harder. Move damn it. Move.

It's taunting me. I can still sense touch. I still have input from the body. I can feel my bedsheets and mattress. It's too hot for my body to stay under these covers. And yet every limb remains unresponsive and stiff. From where I am, I'm lucky that I can't see the time - that makes it last longer. Contained in the tiniest part of your head. An enclosed prison of dead weight.

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