As I lay the only one who remains awake in the house I decided to take a late-night shower. 30 Minutes pass and I finally step out of the shower, I brush my teeth and clean my face and throw on my black boxers and an oversized graphic T-shirt, and slip on my fuzzy slippers, the warm fuzzy feeling of the slippers felt like a sensation to my toes. I rush to my room and slip into my bed, the red LED lights reflection bouncing off my phone as I scroll through TikTok…… Alone, me and my walls..in the dark at 3 AM. Am I sleep? Am I awake? I felt my eyes open like they were being forced against my will. They burn. Why do they burn? The burning sensation feels like hot wax dripping in my eyes. The freezing room froze my body in place not being able to move any part of my body, frostbite forms on my fingers. My chest is heavy like a giant boulder is sitting on top of me. I’m so scared…what is this?… am I dead?

Chills run through my spine as I move my eyes to look around the room hoping not to see something out of the ordinary. Multiple loud thuds hit the corners of my room, I look to my right, and appears a tall figure with a top hat and glowing red eyes staring back at me. My eyes are open, I am awake…but I can’t move. I’m screaming for help…but no one can hear me my screams just echoes through my head. The cold salty silent tears roll down my face, am I gonna die in my sleep? I look around the room noticing the figure is gone just to notice he has moved right next to me on the right side of my bed. Nothing but overwhelming fear ran through my body, tired, scared, and confused. I piece the puzzle together more and more…sleep paralysis. Is this what sleep paralysis feels like? Is it gonna hurt me? So many thoughts and questions fill my head while the figure proceeds to move closer to my face and stare. As he gets closer the room gets colder and the room began to smell like rain. When will it be over?!

What felt like an hour passed, I sit in silence as the figure still stares…finally he moves, slowly crawling under the bed. Once I believe it’s all over he repeatedly shakes the bedside to side, catches me off guard, and ends up biting my tongue. I taste blood…a lot of it, the bed stops shaking and the figure immediately appears from under the bed and watches the blood drip from the side of my mouth. His face deforms and his mouth opens wider and wider by the second. This is it, this is the end, I’m going to die…I close my eyes for the last time… I spring out of bed, the sunlight shines in my room….I’m alive?! I sit up and catch my breath, my throat slightly opens up after feeling like I’ve been being choked for hours. I slam my head back in my pillow….its finally over.