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"Sleep Paralysis"

Laying down in bed, you rest your weary head on the pillow and think nothing as your eyelids grow heavier. Eventually you reach a point where you can no longer keep your eyes open. You drift into a deep sleep and see things. The things you think you see are horrifying. You try to open your eyes but the harder you struggle the harder it is to fight the monsters back. That's when it hits you, this isn't a dream.

Falling asleep was far easier than I thought it'd be. I have slight insomnia, which makes sleep incredibly difficult to meet me. It must have been the exhaustion from the long work hours I've pulled over the last few days, Or perhaps that I haven't been getting much sleep and forced to wake up early day after day. No matter which way you look at it, I'm still asleep in bed.
As I drifted, I found myself in a dark forest. The moonlight shining above me was my only guiding light through these woods. How did I get here?
My mind was spinning and my only idea of comfort was to find my way out. I did the only thing I could do and walked forward. As I walked, a slight breeze blew past me, making the tree limbs sway, a soft whistle being heard through the leaves. I held my arms, regretting having brought a jacket.
A strange question crossed my mind that should have a few minutes before, how did I get out here? Had I chosen to do this on my own or did someone bring me here? Wherever here was.
I heard a twig snap behind me, the sudden sound making my heart leap into my chest. I turned around to see who my guest was. It was some kind of small forest animal. I could see the moonlight reflecting off their beady little eyes. I took a step toward it and it charged in the opposite direction.
I continued to walk along my path in hopes there was an end in sight.
Without realizing it, my pace picked up into a sprint. I could feel terror flooding my body, but from what? I turned around to find a large, dark figure was chasing after me, making a strange shrieking noise. I nearly screamed at the sight of the beast and ran faster and harder than I thought my body would allow for.
Finally, I had found the end of the forest. I turned around and the beast was gone. In its place was a woman with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She came out from the shadows of the tree line and grabbed my arm.
"You've been running from him for far too long," the woman hissed. I could hear the rage in her voice. I tried to scream but no sound would come out. "It's time for you to meet him."
I felt my eyes shoot open. I fought to get out of bed, panting from the nightmare. However, I found that I was completely unable to move. My eyes darted around the dark room and I tried moving my body, jerking it awake. Nothing was working.
I could feel a presence in the room with me, a man. I saw a dark shadow move across the wall on the other side of the room.
"Who's there?" I tried to say, but no sound would escape my lips.
The man stepped forward suddenly, as if to respond to my invisible words. The man had a massive, wrinkled face with yellow eyes that bulged out of his head. There were two slits where a nose should be and a small mouth with a hint of razor sharp teeth behind his lips.
The monster stepped even closer, leaning over me. I could feel his hot breath on my face as he leaned closer. I heard him chuckle and step back, gliding into the darkness from whence he came.
My body shot up and I panted, sweat dripping down my face. I grabbed my phone beside me and turned on the flash light, shining it across the room. There was nothing to be seen, everything was as it should be.
I felt a burning sensation coming from my arm. I got out of bed and turned the lights on, to ease the stress from the nightmare, as well to see my arm better.
There, on my arm, was the red mark of a hand print. Where had it come from? Did I squeeze my arm when I was sleeping? That's when I realized, that's where the woman in my dream grabbed my arm before I woke up.

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