Im a 17 year old guy now. I grew up in a religious household and went to church every Sunday, so I always believed in demons and such. This took place when i was just a 7 year old boy. I was at my moms house, getting ready for bed on a rainy night. I remember I had multiple cases of sleep paralysis in that house and it scared the he’ll outta me every time.
I never told my parents about it though, some reason I thought the wouldn’t believe me if I did. I watched some Adult Swim tv shows and quickly fell asleep at around 9:00. At around 1:00 in the morning, I awoke to the deafening sound of thunder in my ears and to a room filled with darkness . It scared me so much I tried to sit up but I couldn’t. You can probably already guess what happened. I was in another state of sleep paralysis.
As I realized this I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. One I never felt before when I experienced these moments of terror in my life. I felt as if I was being watched by something, something very evil. There was a window to my left I could clearly see out of. When I looked over there, that’s when I saw it. There was a bright flash of lightning and I saw what scared the living shit outta me. A black cloaked figure standing at the window starting straight at me.
Pure terror was all i felt at that moment. I wanted to scream, but I felt as if I could barely breathe. I wanted to run but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do a damn thing but stare at the thing making me feel this way. Closing my eyes, I hoped it was a dream, told the thing at my window would go away in my head. Tears were streaming down my face. After minutes of hoping and praying, I dared to look again. Staring at the dark window, I couldn’t tell if who or what had been at my window had left. Then came another flash of lightning and a clap of thunder, and I saw nothing. Absolutely nothing outside that window.
When i saw nothing there I felt my bout of sleep paralysis end. I immediately jumped from the confines of my covers and ran, crying to my mom. I climbed into her bed and she asked me what’s wrong. I told her what I saw and she assured me it was just a bad dream. She comforted me until I fell asleep soon after.
Talking about my experience with people isn’t something I like to do, but I felt it might help sharing my story with others. Sleep paralysis isn’t something that affect me anymore. But whatever Isaw that night wasn’t human,it was something far worse. Hopefully I never have to experience anything like that ever again and I hope you all don’t as well.