When I opened my eyes I immediately knew something was wrong.
My chest felt heavy, it felt like a large stone was placed on it preventing me from moving or breathing, much less screaming.
I tried to move, even a finger or toe but I couldn't move a muscle, not even a single inch.
The room that I was in was dark and the only sound that could be heard was the hum of the air conditioner as it chilled the room.




After a few moments of silent contemplation and futile body wiggling, I suddenly remembered what was going on, it was sleep paralysis. A rather odd phenomenon that I'd only recently heard about.
As I tried to recall the specifics of it, mostly the specifics related on how to escape it, I took a deep breath and tried to move my fingers and toes, but somehow only my 'vision' moved.
I couldn't explain it, but somehow in some way I could see through my head. It was disorienting but I ignored it in favor of looking around my dark bedroom.




It was odd to say the least, because at first nothing was out of place, other than this fog-like darkness which seemed to dance in the room, it's heaviness and amount seemed to fluctuate depending on which side of the room I looked.




My eyes tracked the fog, it seemed to beckon somehow leading me along, like a puppet dancing as his strings were pulled.




Left, Up, Down, Left, Right, this continued for a fair bit before withdrawing to a corner of them room.




Beside me.




With a flick of my 'vision' I looked over to where the darkness was, wondering what I would see.




It was the biggest mistake of my life.




She was otherworldly, the very sight of her sent a thrill of fear up my spine.
Her eyes were like molten gold, piercing the darkness as the gazed down on my paralyzed form.
Her ruby red lips danced between amusement and disdain as I started to struggle.
Her luscious body was nude, matted with dirt and grime and covered only by her long ebony hair, slithered over to me as I started to pray and screamed at God to help me.
Her voice was like a breeze through my ear whispered as she spoke, her words piecing me to the core.




"Praying, are we? What good will that do?" she coos softly as she lays down beside me and begins to drape herself over my helpless form, "God is not listening, He never has and He never will."




My eyes wide, I tried screaming for help, I tried moving away from her but it was all for naught.
Her voice seemed to gain a delighted and sadistic edge as she leaned in closer to whisper more harsh truths into my ear.
"You are mine," she hisses softly making me flinch as her voice suddenly fills my head, reducing my mental prayers and screams into whimpers.
"You are very interesting to watch, I cannot wait for the day to make you mine. Just remember pet, don't ever forget that I am always watching, waiting to take your soul."




Her hand suddenly grabs my arm, her cold hands start to tighten around it and I felt her fingernails pierced my skin




"Remember what I said pet," she coos to me as I feel my body start to move and awaken, "You are mine and don't ever forget that."




As those words left her lips the world suddenly lurched into focus as my body rocks forward and I clutch my face shivering at my terrible experience.




Sleep did not come easy to me that week, as my mind and soul were shaken by the events.
I tried to desperately to forget about the encounter, but the marks they left on me could not be ignored, the small fingernail shaped wounds on my arm and the inescapable feeling.




The feeling of being watched.