I am one of the many on here who have bouts of sleep paralysis. It started around 12-13ish while I was under quite a bit of stress in addition to all the puberty stuff. I had stretches of every night for 3 months straight. The worst one was when there was a swirling black could of hate outside my window. That's the only time I've ever seen any kind of demon or monster. It usually is just me realizing I'm in SP and trying as hard as I can to move my pinky or something. But this, this thing shook me for years.
It was just so...hateful. It was like the embodiment of bad. It had a very vague face, but it was the feeling that stuck with me. It still does. I still get SP fairly regularly, though it stopped bothering me long ago. Sometimes I even have dreams that I'm having SP and I'm lucid enough to realize it is both a dream and SP, which seems a little too meta for my tastes.
Also, the previous owners of the house I mostly grew up in were a doctor and nurse couple. There is a display case on the wall going up the stairs. Apparently they kept their still born baby in a jar on display there. Now, I don't know how true that is, but that's what my mom told me when we moved in when I was 7, and I don't know why the fuck a mother would tell a kid that young something like that just to fuck with them. In the basement there is a crawl space built into the wall that is full of dirt and only big enough for the size of small children to fit in. It always creeped me the fuck out. I've always felt there had to be some bones in there, but no one can fit past their shoulders. What's the point of a crawl space so small no one can crawl in it? That house just has weird vibes. My bedroom door used to pop open so often that I started locking it at a young age. And it still would pop open. That eventually stopped, though. But for a good 3-4 years, my bed room door would just open on its own. I guess it could have been drafts or something, but with the door locked? I wouldn't suggest it is haunted or anything, but it for sure has a weird feel to it. I've house sat for them and had girlfriends or friends over and they have all commented that it just feels tense when you walk in.
It was just so...hateful. It was like the embodiment of bad. It had a very vague face, but it was the feeling that stuck with me. It still does. I still get SP fairly regularly, though it stopped bothering me long ago. Sometimes I even have dreams that I'm having SP and I'm lucid enough to realize it is both a dream and SP, which seems a little too meta for my tastes.
Also, the previous owners of the house I mostly grew up in were a doctor and nurse couple. There is a display case on the wall going up the stairs. Apparently they kept their still born baby in a jar on display there. Now, I don't know how true that is, but that's what my mom told me when we moved in when I was 7, and I don't know why the fuck a mother would tell a kid that young something like that just to fuck with them. In the basement there is a crawl space built into the wall that is full of dirt and only big enough for the size of small children to fit in. It always creeped me the fuck out. I've always felt there had to be some bones in there, but no one can fit past their shoulders. What's the point of a crawl space so small no one can crawl in it? That house just has weird vibes. My bedroom door used to pop open so often that I started locking it at a young age. And it still would pop open. That eventually stopped, though. But for a good 3-4 years, my bed room door would just open on its own. I guess it could have been drafts or something, but with the door locked? I wouldn't suggest it is haunted or anything, but it for sure has a weird feel to it. I've house sat for them and had girlfriends or friends over and they have all commented that it just feels tense when you walk in.
