I was in my early teens and had my own room at the time. I’d been having some difficulties sleeping in my own bed for various reasons and I remember having a very hard time this night in particular. I would sometimes come to my parents and stand at the side of the bed and whisper to wake them up (which scared them to death) and then trade beds with my father, who would stay in my bed. This was the case this night, I believe (it’s hard to really remember the circumstances because it happened a few times) and I had taken the side of the bed nobody wanted to sleep on.
That side of the bed was close to the wall, with a foot gap. It was hard to scoot into to get into bed and it was darker on that side of the room for reasons unknown, so we avoided it. More than likely I took that side because the bed was full and didn’t have a choice. We often saw someone standing against the wall on that side of the bed as well and had given the shadow a name as a joke to make it less sinister, so this could have played a part in what happened.
I remember choking awake. I was on my back, my hands on my chest and I was stuck in that position. My eyes were wild because the whole room was black. I mean dark as dark could get, which was odd because we lived by a street light and that room never got very dark at night to begin with. So, it being that dark, that black, was terrifying. I couldn’t see anything in front of me. There was this pressure on my chest and hands that made it difficult to breathe. I remember choking for air, thinking I had blacked out or was dreaming and would wake up. Then these two great big red eyes opened right in front of my face. No pupils, no iris, just red eyes, blinking down at me. And I started to make out this humped up shape of something sitting on me in the dark. It was definitely sitting on me, just looking down hatefully. I started to panic, realizing I was stuck. At this time, I’d had so many experiences that I wasn’t sure if this was a dream or just another one of them. And I woke up. The room was back to it’s usual lightness, everything was cast in a blue night hue, there were no red eyes, I was able to breathe again. I sat up and looked around at the bed and then I climbed over every single person laying there and ran to my room. I think that was one of the last times I ever slept in there.
I have two younger sisters, but as far as I know, they didn’t seem to have the same problems. I did have a couple of other episodes of sleep paralysis and started experiencing insomnia nightly. I had a routine in high school where I would sleep a few hours, wake up at 1:00 am naturally, write until 3:00 am, and go back to bed for a couple more hours. This all started after the old hag incident. I just stopped sleeping well after that.
Submitted by Beth.
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