Drifter in Black
I was laying on the couch in the living room after a long day playing outside with my best friend, and I must have fallen asleep while watching TV with my parents. I was only about 14 at the time. As I woke up, I looked around, my head was facing the left, which was the entrance to the kitchen.
I tried to get up to get something to drink, figuring I wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep after so much rest, when I realized I couldn't move my legs. I freaked out, and started to panic right away. I tried as hard as I could to move my arms to pick myself up, but none of my extremities were responding. As I was forced to lay there and stare into the pitch blackness of my kitchen, something formed in the back of it: It was like it formed out of particles of the darkness, pooling up in front of me. It was a tall figure, about six and a half feet of black death, and it seemed to have a cloak over it, or like it was radiating an aura of darkness around it.
I was terrified. It started to drift towards me, not moving it's legs as it came closer, not disturbing the dog, not making a sound. As soon as it reached the doorway to the kitchen, it rushed at me, making this ungodly loud screech, like I had murdered it's family and it finally had a chance at revenge or something.
When it reached the side of the couch, I regained movements in my limbs, swinging my hands at it to defend myself. I didn't scream, it didn't occur to me at the time to do so. I freaked the fuck out, broke out in a cold sweat, grabbed my Pepsi and hid in my room. To this day, I've never experienced sleep paralysis again, and if I do, I dread he'll be there, closer this time. I dread to think what will happen if I can't move in time.
I dread to think of what he'll do to you if he finds out you know about him.
Sweet dreams, reader...
Credited to Lustmordekay
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