My Sleep Paralysis Stories

Episode 3: The devil Last part

For the first time, I didn’t feel safe in my own space. I sat against the door, trying to calm myself down, but then it hit me the flag ceremony. That fluttering flag I had seen during the hallucination. Had I seen it in my room the first time?

I turned toward the corner of the room, the one where the shadow had stood, and my heart skipped a beat.

The flag was hanging there.

It was like a slow-burning realization. The flag hadn’t been there before. I never hung it up. But it was there now fluttering gently in the breeze.

My mind reeled, trying to understand how it could be possible. Was the thing somehow tied to that flag? Was it trying to make some kind of connection to me, or was it just using my memories and fears to torment me?

I could feel my grip on reality slipping further as the night dragged on. Every shadow seemed to grow larger, every creak in the walls felt more threatening. The thing had been in my room, on me but it wasn’t just trying to scare me. It was trying to claim me.

As I sat there, trapped by my own fear, I heard the whisper again. But this time, it wasn’t coming from the walls. It was right behind me.

"You belong to me."

I didn’t dare turn around. Instead, I gripped the pillow tighter, trying to block out the terror. The kiss, the touch it wasn’t just a random encounter. It was a warning.

I had no idea what I was dealing with. But one thing was certain it wasn’t going to stop until it had me. Until it claimed me.

But I woke up a few minutes before 4 AM, heart pounding in my chest as if I had just run a marathon. I blinked, looking around the room in a daze. Everything was still too still but I wasn’t sure if I had really escaped or if it was just another trap. The air felt heavy again, like something was watching me, waiting.

The strange thing was, I didn’t know what to believe anymore. Was it just sleep paralysis? A series of twisted dreams? Or was it something more sinister, something I couldn’t explain? I couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever happened, it wasn’t just a random occurrence. It felt deliberate. It felt real.

I thought about my situation how I’d come to Japan for university in mid-September, how I’d been staying in the dormitory ever since. I had moved so far from home, and it felt like all of this was happening to me alone. I kept wondering if it was the stress of adjusting to a new place, a new culture, or maybe it was just the isolation I felt creeping in.

But it didn’t explain the sensation of being touched, the kiss, or the breath on my neck. I couldn’t ignore that. Was it a sleep paralysis demon, or something else altogether? What did it want from me?

I don’t have the answers, and I’m not sure if I ever will. But I just needed to share this with someone because I can’t keep it to myself anymore. Thanks for reading, and I hope no one ever has to experience something like this. 🙏