Saturday, August 7, 2010

3:00 a.m.

Woke up with the most severe case of sleep paralysis I’ve ever had. I didn’t realize it at first, just kind of laid there, half-conscious. Then I started to feel… really fucking scared. Scared like, if you just rounded a corner and found a grizzly bear shuffling through some garbage, and you knew that if you moved at all, it’d see you, and if you didn’t move, it’d eventually look up and see you, so you’re screwed either way. That kind of scared.

It took maybe a second of that for my mind to go straight to Slendy. Well, much as I’ve wanted to meet the guy, no way am I letting anyone take my goddamn organs. I tried to reach up under my pillow, already wondering if a knife would REALLY have that much of an effect on Slendy, and then I realized that I couldn’t move. I was absolutely frozen.

I’ve had sleep paralysis before. Twice, in the same night. I know what it feels like, and I realized what was happening.

Okay. SP does that sometimes, causes strong emotions. Usually fear. At least I wasn’t hallucinating visually. It wasn’t necessarily Hagging (feeling that something is sitting on your chest and holding you down), but I had this feeling almost like – this sounds so clichéd – I was in a coffin or something. Just something pressing from all sides. I felt like I could move because there was a physical resistance like a wall preventing me from doing so.


In a few minutes, the paralysis lifted. Too strung out to even consider going back to sleep, I got up, snuck past Dad (who was asleep on the couch) and poured myself a glass of water.

Then I looked at the clock.


That messed with my head. I knew I could count on having lain there, paralyzed, for at least five or six minutes – give another one or two to deciding to get up out of bed and walking to the kitchen, meaning that I woke up at 3:00 am. The time of night when most paranormal activity occurs.

As you can see, I haven’t gone back to bed yet.

When I say paranormal, I mean in reference to ghosts and demons and crap, because 3:00 is apparently the time when the “veil between the worlds is thinnest” according to basically everyone ever. If Slendy is already in our world, which he seems to be, then he doesn’t really need a thin veil to get through.

Was it Slendy? Was it something else? Am I being too paranoid? This whole thing is really getting under my skin. I’ve been sleeping with a fucking nightlight, for Christ’s sake. I hate being alone. I’m always checking, out of the corner of my eye, whipping around to look behind me, trying to see if anyone’s there. I think it’s all psychological, but I’m going to play it safe and act as if it’s not.

Slendy, darling – I’m all up for chatting with you outside, or maybe in a Starbucks, or, if you insist, in a club so that you can keep an eye out for anyone who might be committing the horrendous offense of “wifin’”. But sneaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night? I don’t know if we know each other well enough for that yet. Maybe we should slow things down. Get to know each other before we take the next step. I mean, you could take me out to a movie or something. I’m free Saturday night.

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