My excitement--Rebekah

 Numbness comes over my body and it goes still, I can’t move. As I force my eyes open all I see is my darkened room then I realize what is going on: another sleep paralysis. As I lay there in fear and Excitement of what will happen this time, I look towards my closet in fear because I remembered I did not close it before I had fallen asleep. My eyes practically bulge out of my head as I see a dark figure, hands clenching the closet door, eyes red as blood, and staring right at me with that freakishly large grin of his. I can’t scream, can’t move, can’t do anything but look back at it. It has probably been about ten minutes and me and that thing are practically having a staring contest. I blink once nothing, blink twice, nothing again, and as I blink a third time it moves very slowly climbing up my wall still having its red eyes on me. As it gets closer I try so hard to move that my head starts to hurt and I am practically screaming and running around in my mind, hoping that this ends. When the thing is finally right over me on the ceiling, I get a better view of it it is frail and small, but its head is large along with its eyes and the smell it gives off makes me want to vomit. It drops down closer to me so only its feet are sticking to the ceiling so we are eye to eye. It's just hanging there menacingly staring straight into my eyes it begins to grin then open its mouth so wide like it can eat my entire head in one chomp. It grabs my head with its skinny but strong finger, I feel my body getting its control back. I close my eyes tightly and once opened, it's gone. I look around nothing, all there is, is the sound of the train going by, the feeling of my very cold room that I can see my breath and the clock ticking, it's 3:00 am. As I sit up relieved I notice the tracks that thing left behind on my ceiling and I begin to question was it real? Is it still here?. As any wise person would do I put on my jacket and my shoes and begin to go down the stress to get my keys to leave. I open my bedroom door slowly and it is pitch black, I try to turn on the lights but for some reason they won’t work, I’m sure I paid the electricity bill. That's one more reason to not think and get the hell out of there. I make my way down my hallway which is freakishly long tonight, I see something scurry by the end of the hallway and down the stairs. I freeze. I curse to myself and keep walking feeling like the hallway keeps getting longer and narrower. I begin to run, having the fear of small paces doesn’t help. I run and run and run and all of a sudden for a brief moment I feel like I am running in midair, shocked at it was actually me about to fall down my stairs. I’m rolling and when I finally get to the end, I sit up head pounding and heart racing and I begin to hear voices so many voices and many dark figures flash all over the house one by one just standing there. I try to ignore their calls and make my way to the kitchen to get my keys. The voices get louder, the figures now all there just staring having the aura of the predator waiting to strike and the walls begin to grow flesh as if I was in someone's stomach. That wretched smell comes flooding back to me and those god forsaken hands I feel wrapped around my ankle and that thing begins to drag me. At that moment I see all those “spirits” just standing there begin to run at full speed, almost seeming like they only had control of their lower halves because their arms flailed so crazily that it freaked me out even more. I couldn’t scream so the only sounds were the voices of the “spirits” and my body being banged against the walls and stairs. I ended up back where I started my room, it was as cold as ever, the time still was at 3:00am and I felt myself black out for a second. When my eyes open that thing still has a hold of me and I am hanging from my ceiling and as I look down all of them are there arms trying to grab me and their mouths wide open almost like a shark ready to feed. I look up to look at that thing and it smiles back at me and says, “Is this exciting to you” and let's go, I feel like I am falling in slow motion and once the hands grab me, everything goes dark.

I fling myself out of bed breathing heavy and shaking. It was a dream.