by Dylan’s Fear Files
I never have slept well. It all started when I was six years old and I began having sleep paralysis and night terrors, at least that’s what all of the doctors have told me. The first night that I remember it happening was a Sunday night, and we just got home from the church where my dad was pastoring at the time; I was extremely tired because we’d been out late the night before at a family gathering, so I went to bed when I was told. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep, but I woke up around midnight and saw it in the moonlight that was shining through my bedroom window.