What I am about to tell you happened a few years ago, the summer before my first year of college. I have not stopped thinking about that day and what I experienced. The memory of that day haunts me, and like many scarring and truly terrifying things, I do believe that this memory will haunt me forever. There are times where all the fear and anxiety of what happened to me seems to all come flooding back. I am hoping that by sharing this with all of you it will help me feel more at peace. I have only told my sister and my parents what happened, but I have not told them everything. I feel like it would be a burden to them if they knew everything that happened, so I have kept the worst of what has happened to me a secret. I hope that this does not burden anyone who reads or hears this story.
It was a bright summer morning. I was relaxing in my living room watching T.V. when I nodded off. It was a quick nap, maybe 20 or 30 minutes long. When I woke up my eyes were open, but I could not move. I quickly assumed that I must be experiencing sleep paralysis. I had had it many times before, but this time was different. Usually when I have sleep paralysis, I cannot open my eye or move a muscle. I do feel a pressure over my entire body, but it reminds of a warm hug or blanket. To be honest, I fall back asleep most of the time. Even though this time was different I was not worried. I thought that as long as remained calm and waited it out I would be fine. I was quickly proven that my assumption was completely and 100% incorrect.
Soon a pressure started to build on my chest. It wasn’t bad at first, but soon it got heavier and heavier still it started becoming painful. It was getting hard to take full breaths with what felt like a grown man sitting on my chest. I still told myself to remain calm, but right after telling myself that I was thrown into sheer panic and terror. I felt a pair of big hands grab my neck and they started to squeeze tighter and tighter. At this point I began to panic. I was scared and all I could think of was how I was going to get away. It was at this moment that I realized I was not experiencing sleep paralysis. In my attempts to fight back and get away I start flailing my arms and legs. No matter how hard I fought back or tried to get away, I couldn’t. This thing could touch me and hurt me, but I couldn’t touch it. I tried screaming for help. My mom was only a few rooms away and I knew that if I could get a scream out, even a small one, she would hear and hopefully come help me. Every time I tried to scream the thing attacking me would squeeze harder, cutting the scream off before I could get it out.