My Sleep Paralysis Stories

Episode 3: The devil part 1

⚠WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sleep paralysis, hallucinations, and unsettling experiences. If you are sensitive to such topics, proceed with caution.

It was December 23rd, a night that should have been like any other. I had just settled into my dormitory bed after a long day of studying, a little homesick but trying to make it through the semester in Japan. The clock struck 1:30 AM, and I felt myself slowly drift off to sleep. The world around me began to blur, and my mind wandered into an unsettling dream.

In this dream, I was back in my middle school dormitory. The room felt familiar, yet something was off. There were people so many people talking, laughing, moving around. But as the dream carried on, I was suddenly alone in my bed, lying on my back. The room seemed the same, but it wasn’t. I could feel the familiar weight of my blankets, the faint hum of the air conditioner, but something sinister was in the air. It felt wrong.

Then, everything shifted. The dream turned into something more real, more intense. I couldn’t move, my body was frozen, locked in place. A deep sense of dread filled me as I realized what was happening. Sleep paralysis. I had heard of it, read about it, but never thought it would happen to me. The fear, however, was too strong. My body betrayed me, and I couldn’t fight back.

The atmosphere around me seemed to thicken as if the air itself was heavy with the presence of something else. It felt like someone or something was in the room with me. I could feel it, but when I tried to move my hand or speak, nothing happened. I tried to scream, but the sound was stuck in my throat, swallowed by the oppressive silence of the room.

Then, I felt it. Cold, clammy fingers brushing against my chest, tightening slowly. I could feel the grip around me, pulling me deeper into the dark fog of the paralysis. It wasn’t just a presence anymore it was a touch, an intimate and terrifying touch. My heart pounded in my chest as something cold, like a gust of wind, swept across my lips.

It kissed me.

A forceful kiss, with a tongue. It felt so real, too real. I could taste it, the warmth of the kiss and the sensation that left me breathless. Panic surged through me, my mind screaming to push it away, but my body was paralyzed. I couldn’t escape. I tried to force my arms to move, but it was like they were cemented to the bed. It gripped me tighter, its hands firm and unyielding. I could feel its fingers digging into my sides, the pressure increasing in waves, tightening three times, each one worse than the last.

I tried to shake my head, tried to will my body to fight back, but it was like I was caught in some web, unable to escape. The kiss didn’t stop. It felt like an eternity, like time itself had slowed, stretching on and on. I wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything, but I couldn’t. All I could do was lay there, paralyzed and consumed by the overwhelming sensation of the kiss that had stolen my breath.

But then, just as suddenly as it started, the pressure lifted. I blinked, and my surroundings shifted. The room seemed brighter, the shadows receding, and I saw something strange a glimpse of the outside world. It wasn’t dark anymore. There was daylight creeping it through the window, and I could see a flag hanging by the side, fluttering gently.The thing that kissed me it stood up. I could see it now. It was short, with brown-ish hair. It was like my mind had conjured this image, but it felt too real, too vivid. My heart raced as I struggled to process what had just happened, but before I could fully grasp it, I woke up.

I was in my bed, my chest heaving, sweat pouring down my face. It was 2 AM, and I was still shaken by the vividness of the experience. Had it been a dream? A nightmare? I couldn’t tell anymore. The reality of it all seemed to blur together. I sat up, trembling, feeling the remnants of that touch on my skin. The cold, the warmth, the feeling of being trapped.

The second time it happened was even worse.

I had fallen asleep again, this time trying to settle my nerves after the unsettling experience. It was nearly 3 AM. I shifted in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, and then, just like before, the pressure came back.

I could feel it a weight on my back, like something was pressing down on me, pinning me to the mattress. I could feel it behind me, its presence suffocating and close. I tried to turn, to move, but it was like my body had been swallowed whole by the paralysis again.

I could feel its breath on my neck, hot and steady, brushing against my skin. It wasn’t cold, nor was it warm it was just… there. Then, it kissed me again. But this time, it was on my neck, a soft, lingering kiss that sent chills down my spine. My body tensed as I tried to fight against the pressure, tried to make my body move, but I couldn’t.

I remembered what my mom had told me when I had mentioned sleep paralysis. Spit three times to ward it off. It was something that my family did for spiritual protection, and I tried to follow through, but my body was frozen. I couldn’t even bring myself to do it.

The pressure on my back grew heavier, and I was certain that whatever was behind me could feel my fear. It was toying with me. I could sense it, like it was savoring my terror. Every breath felt like a struggle, every second an eternity.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, I woke up again. I was in my dorm room, wide-eyed and gasping for air. The clock read 4 AM, and I was alone, but the air still felt thick with the weight of what had happened.

I was in a foreign country, in a foreign dorm, far away from home. Was it all just a nightmare? Or was it something more sinister?

I didn’t know what it was whether it was a sleep paralysis demon, some manifestation of my subconscious, or something else entirely but the experience had shaken me to my core. That cold kiss, the breath on my neck, the feeling of being trapped… it was too real.

And no matter how much I tried to convince myself that it was just a bad dream, the memories of that night lingered, haunting me long after I woke up.

The days that followed were anything but ordinary. Each night, as the darkness fell over my dorm room, a sense of dread lingered like an invisible presence in the air. I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was still there, watching, waiting. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of the curtains, made my heart race. I tried to brush it off, telling myself it was just the aftereffects of the nightmare—or whatever it was that had happened but deep down, I knew something wasn’t right.

It came again on the fourth night. I was awake this time, or so I thought. I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm my racing thoughts. But the room felt different darker, colder, as if it had transformed into something unfamiliar. I could feel the air shift, and then, the weight pressed down on me once more.

I tried to move, to scream, but it was like the paralysis had come back with a vengeance. My chest tightened as the presence enveloped me. And then, I felt it again.

The touch. The cold, clammy fingers crawling along my side, moving up toward my chest, just like before. But this time, there was no kiss. No soft, lingering pressure. Instead, there was a force a violent, sudden grip, one that tightened painfully around my ribs. I gasped for air, feeling the coldness seep into my very bones, and for a brief moment, I thought it was suffocating me.

But then, it stopped.

Everything stopped.

The pressure lifted, and the room seemed to return to normal. I could breathe again, but my heart was racing. My body was drenched in sweat, and my hands shook as I pushed myself up, looking around the room. Nothing.

But I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. I turned my head slowly toward the corner of the room the farthest corner by the window and that’s when I saw it.

A shadow.

A figure, standing still, almost blending into the dark. Its shape was distorted, shifting in and out of focus, like it was trying to hide in plain sight. I blinked, and it was gone. But I knew it was there. I could feel it.

In a panic, I scrambled out of bed and rushed to the door. My hands fumbled with the lock, and I stepped into the hallway, breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. The dorm was eerily silent. I glanced up and down the corridor, hoping for a sign of life, but there was nothing.

Suddenly, I heard it a whisper, faint and distant, like it was coming from the walls themselves. It was my name.

"Come back."

I froze, my blood running cold. The whisper was familiar, like a voice I had heard before, but it wasn’t mine. It was it. The thing.

I rushed back to my room, locking the door behind me, but it didn’t feel like enough. The room was still too cold, too heavy. My mind raced as I tried to process what had just happened. Was I going crazy? Or was something truly haunting me?

Let's go to part two!!!!