Before you read this, you must understand that I have always been pretty skeptical of the paranormal. Even after this occurrence, I am still a bit skeptical. Nonetheless, it definitely scared me.
When I was in high school, I had my first experience with sleep paralysis. I was in a van on a school trip, and was sleeping with my head pointed down. When I ‘woke up’ and realized I was still asleep, I frantically tried to jerk myself awake. It felt like I couldn’t breath, but I woke up before I tried to yell. Episodes like this one continued, but only when I took naps. However, I had never experienced anything paranormal during these episodes. I quit taking naps, but it didn’t matter.
My worst ever experience was in my childhood home. I fell asleep laying on my back, and I ‘woke up’ to my closet door opened. It was opened just enough that I couldn’t see inside, but I felt like something was in there. I tried to move my head, but I wasn’t able to. I so badly wanted to get a better angle so that I could reassure myself that nothing was in there. The door opened up a bit more to reveal a face. Now let me tell you, I am not exaggerating at all when I say that this face looked like (for lack of better wording) an old woman who had severely abused methamphetamine. She shot me an unnaturally wide grin, to which I could see the detail of her rotted gumline. We had this intense connection to one another. Just from one glance I was able to tell that she knew I was paralyzed, and my own fear was fueling her happiness. I didn’t see her reach for it, but the door slammed shut so hard that I felt it shake my bed. Then I woke up for real. I assumed I had a terrible dream, and didn’t sleep well the rest of the night.
I woke up the next morning, and went to grab some clothes to get dressed with after a shower. Because I had a small room at the time, I kept my dresser in my closet. I went to grab the door knob, and I pulled it straight out of the door. I pushed it back into the door, and managed to get the door opened. The other side of the doorknob was against the wall in my closet. The only thing that made sense to me was that something slammed my door so hard that it broke the screw that held the knob together. I asked both my parents and my sister if they were in my room the night before. When they said “no”, I explained to them what had happened. My parents thought that I was making stuff up to scare my sister, and completely disregarded it.
Afterall, this wasn’t the only time that things out of the blue had occurred in our home. My mother and sister were often frightened about certain things that happened in the house, and believed them to be paranormal. My step-dad was the only one that would 100% try to diffuse these situations by saying “we have an old house”, etc. He eventually started to notice these odd occurrences as time went on, but that’s a story for another time. 4 or so years later, I live in a different town and smoke weed every night before bed because it keeps me from dreaming (and because I like it lol). I don’t think anything has followed me from that house, but I think it knows when I’m back home.
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[link] [comments]Before you read this, you must understand that I have always been pretty skeptical of the paranormal. Even after this occurrence, I am still a bit skeptical. Nonetheless, it definitely scared me. When I was in high school, I had my first experience with sleep paralysis. I was in a van on a school trip, and was sleeping with my head pointed down. When I ‘woke up’ and realized I was still asleep, I frantically tried to jerk myself awake. It felt like I couldn’t breath, but I woke up before I tried to yell. Episodes like this one continued, but only when I took naps. However, I had never experienced anything paranormal during these episodes. I quit taking naps, but it didn’t matter. My worst ever experience was in my childhood home. I fell asleep laying on my back, and I ‘woke up’ to my closet door opened. It was opened just enough that I couldn’t see inside, but I felt like something was in there. I tried to move my head, but I wasn’t able to. I so badly wanted to get a better angle so that I could reassure myself that nothing was in there. The door opened up a bit more to reveal a face. Now let me tell you, I am not exaggerating at all when I say that this face looked like (for lack of better wording) an old woman who had severely abused methamphetamine. She shot me an unnaturally wide grin, to which I could see the detail of her rotted gumline. We had this intense connection to one another. Just from one glance I was able to tell that she knew I was paralyzed, and my own fear was fueling her happiness. I didn’t see her reach for it, but the door slammed shut so hard that I felt it shake my bed. Then I woke up for real. I assumed I had a terrible dream, and didn’t sleep well the rest of the night. I woke up the next morning, and went to grab some clothes to get dressed with after a shower. Because I had a small room at the time, I kept my dresser in my closet. I went to grab the door knob, and I pulled it straight out of the door. I pushed it back into the door, and managed to get the door opened. The other side of the doorknob was against the wall in my closet. The only thing that made sense to me was that something slammed my door so hard that it broke the screw that held the knob together. I asked both my parents and my sister if they were in my room the night before. When they said “no”, I explained to them what had happened. My parents thought that I was making stuff up to scare my sister, and completely disregarded it. Afterall, this wasn’t the only time that things out of the blue had occurred in our home. My mother and sister were often frightened about certain things that happened in the house, and believed them to be paranormal. My step-dad was the only one that would 100% try to diffuse these situations by saying “we have an old house”, etc. He eventually started to notice these odd occurrences as time went on, but that’s a story for another time. 4 or so years later, I live in a different town and smoke weed every night before bed because it keeps me from dreaming (and because I like it lol). I don’t think anything has followed me from that house, but I think it knows when I’m back home. submitted by /u/Admirable-Pick4853 [link] [comments]
