re: I had sleep paralysis last night

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It's the Old Hag.

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I don't believe in spirits or any of that stuff either, but my cousin had what most are describing in this thead happen to him years ago.

He also said it was the Old Hag. Said it felt let someone was sitting on his chest and he couldn't move.

they don't require your belief. They frick you up all the time and convinced you it's this mythical sleep paralysis. You just go to your happly place and let them have their way with you. Others can't be fooled by that nonsense

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they don't require your belief. They frick you up all the time and convinced you it's this mythical sleep paralysis. You just go to your happly place and let them have their way with you. Others can't be fooled by that nonsense

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Boom!

Maybe. If something like that happened I wouldn't have thought anything of it. Just that I was really tired and in a weird state of sleeping/waking up.

Years ago, when I taught school, my black students would tell me the symptoms that the op described. They all claimed that a witch was riding their back. I asked the white kids in the class if that ever happened to them and they all said no. One black girl said that it was because the witch doesn't like white people. I laughed and responded by saying that I'm glad that the witch is a prejudiced witch. I never had anything like this ever happen to me and none of my friends have ever experienced it. As a kid, I would wake up in the middle of the night, and wouldn't move on purpose because I thought somebody was looking in the window, and if I moved, they would break through the window.

Happened to me about a year ago. I was freaked the frick out.

This sounds horrifying. Hope I never experience it.

Diddy

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dafuq? The house I normally sleeps in was built in the 1800s, but dis house last night was 2012.

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It isn't the house that's haunted...it's you.

I have had dreams of weird people coming into the room and I can't move, but when I snap to, I try to talk to them and/or swing wildly trying to punch them. I've posted this first 3 on tOT before, but the last two were pretty recent.

#1-The first time was at my home here in Columbia and it was an old, bald man. He was ghostly pale and had long, thin hands. Unlike the old woman, he had a creepy, oversized smile on his face from the moment he drifted in. He was in a black suit, black tie, and a white shirt, but everything seemed dingy. He walked over to my side of the bed, then over to my wife's, then back to my side. His body stayed almost perfectly still while he moved around the bed, only moving his eyes, his hands stayed straight by his side. After he came back over to my side of the bed, he began to slowly drift into the far corner of the bedroom, blending in with darkness and the last thing I saw was his pale, creepy face. I shot up and immediately reached for my bedside handgun, which obviously freaked my wife the hell out.

#2-So, two weekends ago while staying at my parent's house for a visit, I had a dream while sleeping in my old bedroom that still creeps me the frick out. In my dream, my fiancé and I were sleeping in the bed (just as we were irl), sleeping in the dark when an old woman emerges from the closet and "moves", not walks, to the side of the bed. She leans over the bed and just stares at me. Doesn't blink, doesn't breathe, doesn't move a muscle...just stares for about five minutes before a smile slowly appears on her face...not a good smile, a twisted smile. It only lasts for a brief second before here face settles back into the emotionless state she wore before. She was dressed in all black and in a late 1800 - 1900 style dress and was probably in her mid-80's. Not a single sound was made in the entire dream. Not. A. Single. Sound. I finally snapped two and my first reaction was to punch at the air and then reach to turn on the light. It really shook me up and it woke my fiancé up from her ambien haze; took me a few hours to get back to sleep.

#3-This one felt far less sinister than the other 2, but it was still weird. An old black man in a red and white checkered shirt, with suspenders and a straw hat walked into the room and was holding my dog by the collar. He stopped right by the closet and waited with Sambo, my dog, who just took a seat and waited, as well. The man did not look at me or my wife, just stated straight ahead. When I woke up I mumbled "What are you doing with my dog?", but he was gone...my dog was sitting by my closet staring at me just as he had in my dream, wanting to go outside to piss.

#4- My wife was out of town and I saw a fat dude with one of those over-the-neck concession carries you see the guys carrying at sports games when they sell peanuts or cokes or whatever, but this one was real old-timey. He was wearing a t-shirt that was way too small, some jeans, and a ballcap. He had a pretty blank expression on his face, didn't seem sinister at all, but then reached into the box he was carrying and pulled out a rat which he then tossed into my bed. Then another. . .and another. . .and another. When I'm finally able to move I spring out of bed, start swatting the covers (which, in turn, wakes my dogs up), and yelling "why the frick are you throwing rats at me?!" to someone who obviously wasn't there.

#5- Happened just last week, this was another old lady but in slightly more modern clothing, still really pale, but she kept trying to reach at my beagle and hurt him. I think she barely even noticed me, honestly. This time, when I finally come to, I just calmly said "Touch my dog and I'll fricking kill you."