Sleep Paralysis
There it was. Grotesquely black.
Mischievously molting its ghastly body in the shadow of my ceiling corner.
Its presence, though utterly nauseating, transfixed my every molecule.
Frozen and entombed in my body my pupils begin to widen.
Mental pressure rapidly builds as thoughts become paralyzed unable to bond with physical senses.
Weight builds on my chest and profound terror begins to kindle.
Posted Jul 20, 2018, 6:20 PM UTC · edited
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