Trapped in my bed.
To set the scene, it's about 5am (well it felt like it anyways) and I wake up. I then notice I can't move. Ah. This starts to scare me a bit. And then I become aware of a presence. Not sure what it was, only that it had ill intent. I didn't like the feel of it, not one bit. And here is me pinned to the bed with what felt like a very malevolent presence in the room. Then I became aware of a pair of hands- nothing more. They were grey, wizened and had nails that would be more accurately described as claws. And they were coming towards me. And I was paralysed, unable to scream even. I was screaming inside, oh my how I was screaming inside. But not a whimper issued from my mouth. Still these hands came towards me- slowly, malevolently. Still, I tried to scream again- move a finger- anything, but nothing. I was pinned, by this force, presence, call it what you will. And then in a moment I can only call pure relief, something snapped- it was like a light was shining in the room- and I could move, more importantly get the hell away from whatever it was, and better still, fight back if I could. Not that I needed to. When I could move again, the presence was gone. And that has to be the single most eerie experience of my life to date.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Sun 23 Apr 2006, 12:27, Reply)