There are many sleep paralysis stories but this is mine. I have had sleep paralysis or demon encounter ever since I could remember starting from age 5, at that time I really did not know a lot or understand it. To this day, this episode is most memorable for me. I was 12 when my family moved into a new 3 bedroom house that did not look the best, but the rent was cheap enough to afford. When we first moved there, I kept feeling like there was something strange about the house and my Mom and Dad were cleaning what was to be my room the second floor, which I noticed that there was a strange discoloration on the wall in a rusty, red color, almost in the shape of a handprint.
It reminded me of dried blood and I asked my parents if they knew what it was, they did not know, so they just painted over it. That room was my room and strange things happened in that room at night. I kept seeing shadows at night and I just could not move. I had tried explaining what was happening to my parents, and they just chose to not believe me as they believed I was obsessed with anything that super natural, and they told me to stop scaring my little sister.
It was a Saturday in the early 90’s, and it was summer so there wasn’t school, I was ready to watch a movie, as my sister was at my Grandma’s and Mom and dad went out. I was in the living room laying on the couch and was thinking about going to get my hugging pillow. It was a pillow that my mom made for me. I managed to grab the pillow and made my way to the couch again and laid down with my pillow. I guess I dozed off because I kept feeling someone tugging on my pillow from the side of the couch. I couldn’t move. I began to hear thumping on the side of the couch and I tried to ignore it but I was so scared. It felt like someone was sitting on my chest. I still could not move my body and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed it. There was a dark, shadowy figure at the end of the bed reaching for me. I tried to scream but nothing came out. The figures long arm reached out and with long pointed fingers grabbed my wrist and I was terrified. I could not move, I could not scream for help.
About the time the hand had reached for my throat, I was able to scream and my parents walked through the door. My mom rushed to my side and told me it was just a bad dream, but that experience traumatized me till I was 23. I still get sleep paralysis episodes, but they are not as bad as they used to be.
The best advice I could give to a child who is going through the same thing, they can’t hurt you as long as you are not scared of them.