Corporeal NightmareA Story by Richard LongbowMost of you will experience this in your lifetime.Imagine being paralyzed. Imagine trying to speak but only wheezing. Imagine feeling panic and vulnerability. Imagine being unable to differentiate fantasy from reality. Imagine seeing people, demonic entities, aliens, an old hag, or strange shadow figures. Imagine being verbally or physically assaulted by these beings, all the while being unable to fight back or call for help. Imagine the sense of terror and impending death you would experience during this traumatic moment. And, most importantly, imagine all of this happening in your bedroom. You’ve just awakened, it’s three in the morning and you don’t know why you’re awake. You have things to do tomorrow, you think. Suddenly, you hear a shriek, then a whistle, then a loud and steady hum. It begins to take over the room. You try to get up to investigate and you realize something. You can’t move. You fight and fight. You may imagine you’re moving an arm or leg, but you soon realize this movement is all in your head. You’re stuck like this, a prisoner in your own bed. The sounds are getting louder. In the corner of your room, you can see a shadow growing on the wall. It’s moving up towards the ceiling. It’s slowly taking over the room. The sounds get even louder. You don’t even feel like you know where you are anymore. All you feel is an intense sense of terror. You are certain someone or something is in the room with you. You try calling out for help. It’s to no avail; all you can let out is a weak wheeze through your throat. It isn’t even enough for your dog in the hallway to hear. The humming, whistling, and shrieking is intense. Your room feels surreal. It’s so dark, yet so chaotic. The shadow is growing taller still. That’s when you see it. A dark silhouette walking out of the shadow. It seems to trail ghostly remnants of itself behind as it moves. It’s moving with grace, almost hovering. It slowly moves across your field of vision. As it approaches the edge of your periphery, it makes a sudden move. It darts towards the side of your bed with astonishing speed. You can feel its breath. You can hear the gargled, strange tongues it is screaming into your ear. It means you harm. You can see its eyes. They’re the size of your hand and completely black. It’s three feet tall. It’s hair is dark, mangled, oily. It’s now right next to your ear, almost close enough to touch it. It’s shouting in a language you’ve never heard before. You want to fight, you want to run, but you can do neither. The shouting in your ear is so intense that you almost want to cry. Then it stops. You try to get up to get a grip on the situation, but you realize you still can’t move. That’s when the figure reappears and jumps on your chest. It’s screaming and shouting through jagged, crooked teeth. The screaming is louder than the angriest person you’ve ever heard. The humming, whistling, and shrieking hasn’t stopped in the background. You feel the surprising weight of its body crushing down on your lungs. Your chest can barely expand. You wonder how and why this is happening. It lowers its arms. It begins to strangle you. You can no longer breathe at all. The room around you begins to transform. Things that once looked familiar now look foreign. You think this is the end. Confusion and fear are the only emotions you know anymore. As you begin to lose consciousness, all you can hear are the muffled sounds of the creature’s voice. Now you can move. Everything is normal. You get up out of bed and run to turn a light on. You get a glass of water. You turn the TV on. You know that you won’t be going back to sleep tonight. Not after that. What just happened to you is a phenomenon called sleep paralysis. There is no need to appeal to the supernatural with this; it’s all in your head. It’s a very real phenomenon. It happens when you wake up during R.E.M. sleep. Your spinal cord is “shut off” so that you can’t act out your dreams, but you’re conscious and still dreaming. I experience it once a month. Sometimes I hallucinate, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I hallucinate sounds, sometimes images. Sometimes I get dragged across the floor and through walls to places I haven’t been in years. If they could make a pill to trigger it, nobody would spend money to see horror movies anymore. Swiss artist, Henry Fuseli, even made a painting portraying it. Most people will experience this once in their lives. A small minority, including myself, will experience it regularly. It’s completely natural but completely terrifying. Oh, and I almost forgot one thing, sometimes I get it just by thinking about it before I go to sleep. Perhaps you’re the same. Have a nice night. © 2009 Richard LongbowAuthor's Note
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Added on November 4, 2009Last Updated on November 4, 2009 AuthorRichard LongbowILAboutI'm an Economics major that likes to write. I was told by one professor that majoring in Economics was a waste of a creative mind. However, I'm also good at math and research and I can't just ignore t.. more..Writing
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