#sleep paralysis

[section-chief-prentiss]

Midnights: Frozen

CHAPTER TWO: Frozen

Summary: A collection of one-shots of sleepless nights between you and Emily. 

Chapter Summary: You experience sleep paralysis and Emily comforts you. 

Pairing: Emily Prentiss/Reader 

Word Count: 1837

TWs: nightmares, sleep paralysis, comfort 

Ao3

The first time you experienced sleep paralysis was just over a year ago. 

Your girlfriend, Emily, had just been killed in the line of duty by a criminal from her past, Ian Doyle—or so you thought. 

Seven months later, it was revealed that she’d gone into hiding for her own safety, but she was alive. You felt every emotion possible—relief, pain, anger, joy—but after the initial shock, you picked up right where you’d left off, and Emily had been living with you ever since. You were sure that now that she was back and at your side every night, the sleep paralysis would go away.

Only it hadn’t.

You didn’t tell Emily at first. You didn’t want her to worry or feel more guilty than she already did. So when you opened your eyes and found yourself paralyzed, every atom in your body feeling impossibly heavy, and the man from your nightmares lingering in the corner, raising your heart rate, until he started moving forward to kill you, you fought to keep silent.

The third time it happened, you couldn’t contain the whimpering sound you made, and Emily woke up to find you paralyzed. She tried asking how she could help, but you couldn’t answer. What Emily claimed was only minutes later, but felt like hours to you, you regained control of your body and confessed that this wasn’t the first time.

Emily was horrified and asked if you’d talked to a doctor about it. You had, but the medications he’d prescribed made your symptoms worse, so you’d stopped taking them.

The next morning, Emily was searching for anything she could find about how to help someone with sleep paralysis. That night, when you got into bed, she was ready.

“Do you know why sleep paralysis happens?” Emily asked.

You shook your head. You’d worried that looking into it would make it worse.

“When we sleep, our body undergoes partial paralysis so we don’t act out our dreams; it keeps us from getting up and walking around or talking in our sleep. Sleep paralysis happens when we’re between sleep stages, so your brain is awake, but your body is still in REM sleep, which is why you can’t move.” 

You smiled. “You sound like Reid.”

Emily playfully rolled her eyes. “I may have consulted with him. For some people, if a partner talks to them, taps their shoulder, or even shakes them, it can wake them from sleep paralysis. So the next time it happens, try to make whatever noise you can, and when I wake up, I can wake you up.”

You sighed. “I don’t want to wake you up every time this happens. I can handle it.”

Emily took your hand. “This started happening to you after I left. When this wakes you up, I want you to wake me up. You don’t have to do this by yourself.” 

Your throat tightened, and you nodded. 

“If you can’t make noise, I read that you should try to move your fingers or toes—anything you can. And it helps to focus on your breathing. The faster you can slow your heart rate, the sooner you’ll come out of it.”

You committed that information to memory—you could manage that, you thought. 

“I love you,” you said, leaning forward to kiss your girlfriend. 

“I love you,” she said between kisses.

You both lay down, trying to find a comfortable position. You rolled away from Emily, but moments later, she had an arm wrapped around you and was snuggled up behind you. You nestled into her, feeling perfectly content. 

You drifted off to sleep not long after.

***

You woke up on your back, suffocated by an all-too-familiar feeling.

At some point in the night, Emily had rolled to the other side of the bed, and you’d ended up on your back. As soon as you opened your eyes, you knew you shouldn’t have.

Your bedroom was cloaked in darkness; as far as you could tell, there was no light peeking through the edges of the blackout curtains over the windows, so it must have been pretty early in the morning. You could make out the faint snoring of Emily to your left, but no matter how hard you willed your head to turn, it wouldn’t.

Your arms lay straight against your sides, palms facing down and resting on top of your duvet. Your racing heart sped up even more when you caught a presence in the corner of your eye.

You thought of Emily’s advice—move your fingers or toes, steady your breathing—and tried to do so. You put all of your focus into moving your big toe or pointer finger, but neither budged. And in front of you, the figure was coming into focus.

A tall, white man with graying, shaggy hair and an unkempt beard. He was dressed in all black, as he had been the last time you’d seen him. His blue eyes were piercing even through the darkness.

Ian Doyle.

He’s dead, you reminded yourself. You saw it happen. He couldn’t hurt Emily anymore. This was just a hallucination from the sleep paralysis.

But, God, it felt so real.

Now at the edge of your bed, Ian stared down at you with a cryptic smile. “Hello, love,” he said, before turning to sleeping Emily. “Lauren.”

You wished you could cringe away, close your eyes again, do something to protect yourself, but every muscle in your body was frozen. 

The only thing left for you to try was to make any sort of noise. Fortunately, that was easy when you were afraid. A whimper bubbled out of your mouth, and you hoped it would be enough to wake Emily.

Next to you, your girlfriend stirred but didn’t wake, so you made the noise again. In an instant, Emily lurched awake and turned her attention to you.

“Y/N?” she said, grogginess thick in her voice. “Can you move?”

Your lack of response was answer enough.

“I’m gonna touch you, okay?” she asked.

At the foot of the bed, Ian’s smile widened.

Even in death, you’re a creep, you thought.

You felt faint pressure on your arms, but it wasn’t enough to pull you from this episode. When Emily saw it wasn’t working, she resorted to taking your shoulders in her hands and shaking you, but that didn’t free you, either.

“Okay,” Emily said, sitting up next to you. “The research said that might not work. But it also said this will only last a few minutes, so I’m just going to talk until you come out of it.”

Your heart ached with how much you loved this woman.

“Oh, please, Lauren,” Ian said, walking toward her side of the bed. You could just make out his movements from the corner of your eye. “I’d love to hear what you have to say.”

The calming effect Emily had on you vanished in an instant, and your heart thumped with fear all over again. The closer he got to Emily, the more you wanted to scream. 

“I would love to finish what I started,” he whispered, leaning toward the woman you loved. 

You whimpered again, and Emily took your hand in hers. 

“Whatever you’re seeing right now isn’t real, I promise,” she said. “I know it looks real, maybe even sounds real. But we’re the only two people in this room. I won’t let anyone or anything touch you.”

It wasn’t you that you were worried about, but you had no way of telling her that. 

“On second thought,” Ian said, making his way back toward you. “It would be far more satisfying to watch Emily,” he spit out her name like it was dirt on his tongue. “Watch you suffer before I ended her.”

“I love you,” Emily said, reaching up to stroke your hair. “This will be over soon, I promise.”

The double entendre that she didn’t know she was speaking sent a chill down your spine. 

Ian stood directly above you now, somehow holding the wooden stake he’d impaled Emily with all those months ago. 

“I’ll be quick,” he taunted. “Though I can’t say I’ll give your girlfriend the same treatment.”

He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Not that you’ll be around to watch.”

He plunged the wooden stake toward your heart, and you sat straight up with a gasp. You blinked furiously and saw that, sure enough, you were the only two in the room.

You closed your eyes as hard as you could. Ian is gone, you repeated like a mantra. Ian is dead. 

“Love?” Emily said, reaching for you.

You opened your eyes and pulled your knees into your chest, grateful for the ability to move at all, and rested your chin on your legs. 

“Breathe, honey,” Emily said, demonstrating slow, deep breaths. You hadn’t realized how shallow your breathing had become until you joined her and felt your lungs fill with air.

Once your breathing settled, you stretched out your legs but remained sitting up; you weren’t ready to risk falling back asleep yet.

“You never told me what it is you see,” Emily said, rubbing circles on your back. “If you want to talk about it, you can tell me.”

You swallowed. “It’s not easy to talk about,” you whispered.

She nodded. “I understand. The offer stands, if you change your mind.”

Silence cloaked the room for a few moments, and you felt her watching you, waiting to see if you would fall apart. But you felt stable, now that you were alert and in control again. 

So you sighed and nodded. “It’s Ian. It’s always Ian.”

Emily’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

“When you were gone, I saw him killing you over and over again. And once you came back…” you shuddered. “Sometimes I’d hallucinate him coming for you all over again. This time, he came for me.”

Emily wrapped her arms around you, and you fell into her embrace, breathing in her soft scent.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, not for the first time since she’d returned, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last.

You shook your head. “I don’t want you to apologize. I don’t blame you; I blame Ian. And he’s dead and can’t hurt anyone anymore. I just need to work through that a little more, I think.”

Emily hesitated. “You know… Hotch has had me seeing a counselor since I came back. I could get some recommendations from her for you, if you’d like.”

You’d talked to your primary doctor about your sleeping problems, but you hadn’t considered the idea of therapy before. 

“Think about it,” Emily said quickly. “No pressure. I just want you to know your options.”

You nuzzled against her and hummed. “I think it’s a good idea.”

“Good,” Emily said, and you could hear her smiling. “I’ll call her in the morning. Do you want to stay up a little longer or go back to sleep?”

You closed your eyes, feeling perfectly content. “I’m good right here for a while.”

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[thechekhov]

if you think about it, every time we tranquilize animals to transport them safely to another place, we are the sleep paralysis demon

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[deunmiu-dessie]

a paralysis demon plays with you at night, this time you're finally awake to see it.

you're not sure how it started. just that one day it did.

you'd wake up with sticky inner thighs and ruined sheets; the familiar pulsing of your clit, begging for attention almost overwhelming, and your muscles ached as if you had run a marathon the day before. tentatively you'd dip your hand into your panties, nimble fingers finding the hood of your engorged clit, eyebrows pulling together at the almost painful feeling it brought; then they'd drift lower, immediately sinking into creamy, wetness that pooled from your entrance and smeared your labia.

this perverse ritual had become your waking nightmare, weeks upon weeks of waking up to ruined panties and an insatiable hunger that couldn't be sated alone. frustration and tears intertwine, as your lithe fingers desperately caress and coax your clit but to no avail. it'd leave you cranky most days and unapproachable the rest.

what the hell was happening? at first, you believed it to be mere wet dreams, lost in the recesses of your mind. but the inability to find release, even with your touch or the mechanical hum of a vibrator, defied all reason. your sanity teetered on the edge, the constant ache and unrelenting wetness between your thighs, the demands of university, and the grueling hours at the fast-paced coffee shop on campus only exacerbate your torment.

breathe; you had told yourself. you just needed a day to sleep, in order to get back into the groove of your usual hectic life. and so, you make the decision to abandon your responsibilities, forsaking work and classes, seeking solace within the confines of your bed.

but that day you saw it.

as the night grew later, you found yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, struggling to keep your eyes open, you clung to the last shreds of wakefulness, determined to finish the movie that had lured you in with its promises of thrills and chills. the laptop, perched on your chest, emitted a faint glow, casting eerie shadows across the room. but despite your best efforts, the battle was futile. with a heavy sigh, you surrendered, closing the laptop and setting it aside.

that should've been it, you should have gone to sleep and woken up the next morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, no longer raging and horny, stressed and tired— just your normal self. yet, as if possessed by an unseen force, your eyes snap open, jolting your mind from the peaceful slumber you had so eagerly embraced, but not your body.

the room was cloaked in darkness, save for the feeble glow of a night light by the door. the time couldn't have been later than two in the morning, leaving you with ample hours until you needed to start getting ready for the day…so why were you up?

grunting you attempt to reach across to your desk and grab your water bottle, your throat suddenly dry and scratchy. but you couldn't move. in fact, your whole body felt numb, as if you'd been submerged in an ice-cold lake. you could feel the hair on your arms standing on end, your heart thumping painfully in your ribcage, desperate to escape from your chest and out the window just above your bed. frantic, your eyes darted around your room, flitting over the darkened corners and further on before subconsciously gazing upwards. it gazed back at you.

it was inky black, as if a void had materialized on your ceiling. barren of any discernible features, a foreboding presence emanated from it, sending chills down your spine. its limbs, neck, and torso twisted unnaturally, giving it a grotesque and elongated appearance. tears welled up in your eyes upon witnessing it, and you attempted to scream, only to find your mouth was sealed as if stitched with needle and thread.

the creature descended from above with erratic movements, settling above your figure and menacingly bringing its face closer to yours. this couldn't be happening, it must be a dream and in a desperate attempt to escape, you tightly shut your eyes and began counting backward from ten, gasping for air with each haggard breath.

however, a phantom graze on your thigh startles your eyes open. the creature was still there, its taloned, inky black hand slowly trailing along your clammy skin. even without a face, you could feel its gaze upon you, sinister and scheming. swallowing thickly, goosebumps follow in the wake of its touch, like tiny flames igniting your skin.

and almost as if accustomed to its advances, your body ignites with a dizzying heat, pussy weeping and your clit throbbing eagerly, readily despite your heart skipping and restarting all in one second with fear. its touch is tantalizing and deliberate, momentarily vanishing underneath your oversized night-shirt before returning to the heat of your thighs, talons pricking your flesh.

the creature's game finally comes to an end as it finds your fattened clit, which eagerly presses against the fabric of your panties, craving any form of touch. its assault is steady but firm and the touch immediately sets you off. your body, needy from weeks of being unable to orgasm, finally reaches its limit. you can feel the knot tightening in your tummy, a sharp, zinging pain in your lower abdomen, and the tensing of your thighs.

however, just as you approach your climax, the creature abruptly stops, shifting its touch to your slick inner thighs, face pressing closer to yours, leering and mocking. without the constant stimulation, your orgasm subsides, leaving you with a throbbing ache in your hips, cunt drooling with your arousal profusely.

your eyebrows cinch together, tears staining your cheeks before you're hit with a realization. the constant feeling of never being satisfied and not being able to cum, was because of this…creature.

its pitch-black visage suddenly splits into a sinister grin, revealing rows of serrated teeth gleaming with viscid, thick saliva. its voice is otherwordly deep, it's guttural, and raspy; fingers returning deftly to your clit to rub circles. "do you remember now?"

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[weirdlookindog]

Fritz Schwimbeck - Der Traum (The Dream), c. 1909

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[hotyanderedaddies]

Yandere Sleep Paralysis Demon Visits You Nightly

[Yandere! Sleep Paralysis Demon x GN Reader]

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

You tried so hard to stay awake for as long as you could.

You even tried to look up ways to stay up online, doing tricks such as downing caffeine, jogging late at night, and even refusing to sit anywhere near your bed.

Unfortunately, you're only human and eventually you could feel the sleepiness taking over your body.

Hopefully he won't show tonight...

💤

It's dark out and the only noise that you can pick up is the slight scratching of the tree against the glass on your bedroom window. Your line out sight is directed towards the far corner of your bedroom, which is shrouded in black shadows.

But you can't move.

You can't speak.

You're trapped.

Helpless.

A cold sweat breaks out on your forehead, and your heart begins to race in your chest as you wait for it...

"Hey, Darling," a deep, gravelly voice echoes out in your small bedroom.

The black shadow in the corner of the room darkens, seemingly drawing in the rest of the shadows in the bedroom-- a pair of eerie red eyes appear.

They laser focus on you.

"Darling, I missed you," the voice says again. "I missed you so, so much." An angry growl emanates from the dark corner of the room. "Why? Why are you trying to avoid me?"

The wooden floorboards creak as he approaches the bed. Slowly, you can start to make out a tall, intimidating figure emerging from the shadows. The sleep paralysis demon who's visited you every night for the past few months stalks closer and closer to the bed.

He's angry, you fear. His red eyes are narrowed in your direction, and as he draws nearer, his large mouth is forming a snarl. It shows off the rows of dagger-sharp teeth that could easily slice your flesh if you ever piss him off.

Had you been able to move, you would've shivered at the sight of the terrifying demon.

The demon paused and frowned when he sensed your fear.

"Oh, Darling," he almost pouted, "don't be scared. Daddy won't hurt you."

He moves out of sight, but then you can feel the mattress starting to shift underneath his added weight. His body radiates an intense heat as it crawls over you. He snakes his strong arms around you and holds you closer to him.

"I'm just a little upset that my darling isn't getting enough sleep," the demon huffs, his hot breath wafting over your cheek as he speaks. His lips are pressed against you, and you can feel his facial muscles flex with every word he mutters.

Helpless, you're completely powerless as he cuddles you. He runs admiring fingers through your hair and shoves his nose into the crook of your neck, moaning loudly as he inhales your delicious scent.

"It's the only time we can see each other," he continues. "And I really missed you when you weren't sleeping. Didn't you miss me? Even a little bit?"

Of course you would've refused had you been able to answer.

"Of course you did," the demon smiles. "My darling missed me a lot. I just know it... maybe, just maybe I won't let you wake up. Then we can be together forever."

Your heart speeds up.

"Would you like that, Darling?"

You close your eyes as you try to drift off, desperate to get away from this love obsessed demon.

"I would love that very much. I love you very much, Darling. And I hate that we can't be together during the day."

He tightens his grip on you.

"Which is why it's important for you to get your sleep. If you keep trying to stay up all night, then you'll leave me no choice but to never let you wake up."

The thought is terrifying-- being trapped in your sleep paralysis with this demon cuddling up to you constantly. And all the while, you'd be helpless to do anything at all.

"I love you so much, Darling," the demon coos as he presses a kiss onto your cheek. "Sweet dreams, my love."

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[ex0skeletal-undead]

Sleep Paralysis by Nikita Kubantsev

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[unboundprompts]

Hey, I was wondering how to write nightmares, or sleep paralysis for my next story.

How to Write Nightmares and Sleep Paralysis

Causes of Sleep Paralysis:

Insomnia

PTSD

Anxiety disorders

Panic disorders

Disrupted sleep patterns (ex: jet lag)

Family history

Symptoms of Sleep Paralysis:

Paralysis (duh)

Feeling outside of your body

Chest pressure (as if someone is standing on your chest)

Sense of suffocating or breathlessness

Feeling like there is something dangerous in the room

Nightmares vs Night Terrors:

When having a nightmare, you are likely to wake up during it and will possibly be able to recall the dream or parts of the dream.

When having a night terror, you will not wake up and you won’t be able to recall the dream in the morning.

Symptoms of Nightmares:

Fast heart rate

Shortness of breath

Sweat

Anxiety

Struggling to go back to sleep

Writing Prompts

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit

She felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes darted around the room, quick as lightning. She could see the nightlight she kept in the corner, casting the far wall of her bedroom in a blue light. Then she saw it. It watched her with a thin smile. She tried to sit up, to scream, anything, but she was frozen. The thing noticed her distress, and it stalked towards her, limbs elongated and as dark as the shadows of her room.

He sat bolt upright in bed. His heart was pounding so hard he felt like it was going to break through his chest. He grasped at his shirt, gripping the fabric as tight as he could. His skin was slick with sweat, and he had to peel his clothing off.

They stared up into the eyes of something. It was standing on their chest, looming over them with an emotionless gaze. They couldn't move, their limbs stiff and refusing to listen to their mind pleading with them to run. And so they stared. And the thing stared back.

She woke up screaming.

He tossed and he turned, but no matter what he did or however many times he flipped his pillow over, he could not fall asleep. He was too afraid. Afraid of that same, damn, nightmare.

They ran a stressed hand through their hair as they tried to control their breathing. It was quick, and they felt more and more lightheaded with each passing second. There was nothing they wanted more than to go back to sleep, but every time they closed their eyes it was like they were transported back to that awful dream. They slowly pulled themselves from the bed and stalked to the shower. They knew there was no way they would be able to sleep again tonight, so they might as well start their day.

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[incognitopolls]

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[tuulikki]

Since spooky season is upon us, this is your kind reminder from an avid consumer of true paranormal encounter shows that sleep paralysis is insanely scary but is not a demon, alien, or other entity menacing you in your bedroom.

I get sleep paralysis with miserable frequency, but it’s not common for most people—and so folks often don’t have a context to what’s happening to them.

Sleep paralysis can be triggered by anxiety, disrupted sleep patterns, drugs or alcohol, or any of a number of weird things that affect your brain during sleep.

The common experiences are feeling that you are unable to move or scream or that there is something interfering with your breathing. The cause is that your brain turns off motor functions when you sleep, but sometimes your brain is semi-awake and tries to initiate movement—but can’t. That’s sleep paralysis. This is scary, so the semi-awake mind often garnishes the experience with dream or nightmare figures whose presence somewhat “explains” things. Usually you’ll also see the inside of your room, or other details that seem like your eyes are actually open. But that’s because your brain is dreaming that you’re seeing the real room. Trust me, if you have enough sleep paralysis episodes, you begin to spot the difference.

Happily, your house isn’t haunted and the aliens do not want to probe you!

Try sleeping on your side or stomach. Get your sleep schedule stabilised. Cut drinking or eating too soon before bed. Check to see if any of your medications cause sluggishness.

And please be wary of how easy it is to give yourself false memories by revisiting a dream memory too much and trying to squeeze details out of it. It sounds like a silly thing to warn about, but sleep paralysis experiences are terrifying and feel profoundly real. People have, without intentional effort, connected their sleep paralysis experiences with other details and eventually ended up convinced they’d experienced demonic possession or alien abductions. Sleep paralysis isn’t actually lethally dangerous, the way carbon monoxide is, but it can really fuck up people’s lives if they think it’s “real.”

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[running-with-kn1ves]

I have enjoyed your some of stories! You are a wonderful writer and I'd like to request a story if you don't mind.

(Kinda related to you mimic one)

Can I get a Yandere male monster that traps the reader in an endless fourth-dimension-like plane? Their they are trapped in a place (whatever you decide) with the monster that endlessly stalks them with mimic appearances or voices, gaslights, acts psychology cruel, and is generally highly manipulative. The creature loves the reader but loves in an utterly devoted alien way.

No non-con. Toxic/forced relationship but no non-con. Plus, I've also believed that any truly alien/nonhuman creature wouldn't think nor desire sex in the same way as us humans do.

I hope you consider my request and have a great day!

A/N: This was sent in a WHILE ago, but here is my interpretation!

CW: Sleep paralysis-like/mimic creachure, kidnapping (?), possessive dialogue & behavior, nightmares, etc. 

Synopsis: You wake up to something staring at you from the end of your bed.

Apparently no matter how many melatonin gummies you take, your sleep is not guaranteed to be a peaceful, long-term slumber. You too, can be awoken in a deep sweat while stuck to your mattress by an unseen shadow figure in the corner of your room. A couple nights ago it was in-between your closet doors, but something about that just wasn’t close enough, apparently.

It reached the end of your bed, black blurred fingers reaching up like the cold beneath your blankets, your ankle crushed by the grip of a frigid hand. It drew you forward, sliding you unceremoniously to the end of the bed. Your eyes were frozen, going watery as your body cramped. fear turned your skin into needles with your heart on the verge of exploding inside of you.

 Each time ‘it’ came to visit you, it was enough to paralyze you in a suffering state of fright. You thought sleep paralysis demon’s were supposed to stay in their corners, just barely touching the tips of your toes, keeping you frozen in fear from a distance. But this, it came to huff on you with damp breath, always feeling unbelievably real, even in the achy mornings. 

You were slid to the edge of the bed, silent screams unable to escape from your mouth as each leg disappeared into darkness, the rest of your body slowly following. You were being dragged into some dark, fuzzy hole of emptiness, yanked completely in by a twisting arm. It circled around your ankles entirely like shackles, turning your feet purple. 

Your wide, dilated eyes were shifted from seeing the spinning blades of your ceiling fan, to the stary black of a rippled room of infinity. The “sky,” twinkled with small dots of light, but they sparkled in a way most stars didn’t. The ground wasn’t wet, but it seemed to flow over you, like waves of blurry obsidian sea brushing against the sides of your body. 

The collective cackling of grainy, laughtrack voices in sync rang out. It was a flashbang of noise in the echoing universe, this other realm repeating sound differently than you had ever heard before. 

“So easy…. Too easy!”

You recognized the voice to be from one of the characters in the show you watched before going to bed… but you couldn’t remember, who it belonged to. It was masculine, almost game show host-esque in inflection. 

You swallowed. You felt worse, frozen in this infinity pool of unknown, trapped to the floor and completely exposed to whatever dragged you in here.

‘Wake up.’ You scrunched your eyes shut. ‘Wake up…!’ Your toes wiggled, still feeling that abyss of dark ‘water.’ ‘Please just wake up!’ 

“There’s no use, not when I have your body here stuck in limbo.” 

The face of your 10th grade “boyfriend” appeared, peering down at you with his post-braces teeth, shining like a shark. But that wasn’t him, it wasn’t even his skin. Parts of him were twisted and too fractured, blurred out as if details of what he truly looked like were manufactured to be hidden. 

The beast, it had his voice though. 

“You looked so vulnerable while sleeping, turning blissfully frightened when you saw me hiding…” He laughed with a snort, a trait your highschool 5-second ‘lover’ often let out. 

But that face was quickly peeled off by black fingers, blurry ones, those that ripped you from your bed. The dark mass left behind turned into a handsome young surgeon, one on the telenovela your friend had forced you to watch the other day. He was famous in Brazil, often for playing the devious, unexpected villain. 

You could see the smile in his eyes before he took of the surgical mask, piercing greens big and bright with cheekbones sharper than the scalpel he killed his victims with. 

You could hardly mumble between your tight lips, frozen as a gloved hand ran down your navel.

“I’ve seen what humans look like on the inside… but you make me so curious.” He spoke, slight portuguese accent snuffed by a long black tongue glazing over his full lips. “But I would never hurt my sweetly gentle creature, who couldn’t help but walk into my den… Should’ve been more careful in your dreams, my dear.” 

“Wht’re talkin’ abt…” Cold drops fell down your neck, lips sewn shut as your gaze unwavered against the demon surgeon. His soft pupils were growing large enough to consume him. 

“Our little, how do you say.. Date.”  His pearly teeth disappeared and swirled into a new face, a 2D one of your childhood cartoon crush, the one you had the pleasure of lucid dreaming a cuddle session of. He had needed your help, desperate and despairing as he was stuck behind a midnight-colored, steel door. “Only you can open it.” He ushered, muffled behind the lock as he pleaded for release. He sounded so guttural, so unlike how you remembered in the hundreds of episodes… 

But that smug, one-liner attitude and charming face that taught you love as a child came through and it praised you for such kindness. He was so flattering, your consciousness wrapped around his finger as the character of your dreams fed you sweet line after line. 

“Have you never heard of leaving unknown doors closed in the unconscious world? Or were you too dense-headed to realize some dreams are too good to be true.” Your cartoon crush spat, A clawed hand coming up to pinch your cheek. 

“Then again if you hadn’t been so brainless, we wouldn’t get to be here together. I guess I have you to thank for making you so… capturable.”

You clenched your teeth, wincing with every painful beat of your heart the closer the creature came. It morphed from your beloved character to a faceless black void, red filling where its features should be. With a ragged snap, its breathing left in chopped pieces. Out sprouted its teeth, protruding from cracks in its ink skin, splitting in its sternum and human-like arms. Along the middle of its fadingly red-black face, layers of teeth were rubbed over with individual tongues. They all seemed to speak, to breathe in rhythm as they chomped and let out guttural purrs. 

“Plsz…Let m..go..!” You gurgled out, the sensation of its black wholeness wrapping around you like a blanket fort.

From its- his? Confession, you concluded he must be the reason your body’s been stuck in a deep sweat, spasming muscles immovable besides shaking against each other. 

Tendrils made of something similar to the thick fog crashing waves over you began to wrap around your legs, leaving a thick, snail slime against your skin with each slow slither. The tips of them had a mind of their own, tentacles swirling, tickling and inching as their latter, larger midparts connected to the shadow beast hanging above you. Each new textured offspring latched and crawled up your body, dragging you closer and closer to the lower half of the beast. Its humanoid-shaped head tilted, fingers-- not tentacles, this time-- grappled at your arms stuck to your sides. Its eyes began to sprout, polka-dotting his body as an array of eyes covered his void of a face.

“You wouldn't be able to live without me… those blissful dreams with whatever handsome creature preoccupied your subconscious. I'm all of them, and they are me.” A black gooey tendril circled around your cheek, the tip wiggling to caress. “I am the prince charming you have run to, night after night, begging to be let out of that hole until you finally caved.” Faces flashed on his empty skin, ones you faintly remember from past dreams that always seemed to make your heart skip a beat. Our rendezvous kept me going all this time..So long i’ve watched you in the waking world from the shadows, wishing I could hold that pretty, unaware face.. My savior, my pet; I'm finally free to trap you for myself!”

He flashed to red again, the tendrils and hands keeping you still staying all the same, before the horrors’ face returned to a horrifying amalgamation of teeth and haunting black eyes. 

You wriggled the small bits of your body that were free from paralysis, however that only seemed to be your tongue and toes, your arms jerking only minutely despite the screams inside your head telling you to move. Wherever you were, whatever time it was, it wasn't the same as your bedroom. You were limitless, the space around you nothing but a black hole sucking up everything around it into nothing. 

You hardly recalled the dreams it mentioned, The faces only barely ringing a bell. But it was enough for him to see the familiarity flash in your eyes, a smile piercing that mouth of a face that looked as if it wanted to devour you. 

“so tender.. so soft, I forgot what it was like having a human nearby at my disposal, receiving the flush of my form and my affection.. I'm afraid I'll never have the heart to free you from my burdened presence.” it chuckled a tad, fingers from its firmly real hands gliding to your shoulders. “Well, to be honest I never intended to, the moment I entered your sweet nightmares...”

You dared to think of speaking, only to find your mouth in a crumpled frown and the air in your chest nearly gone. It felt like you were suffocating under a great weight, sweating under your pajamas as a creature-like nail came to wipe away a drop of perspiration, or a tear, from your eye. 

“Now, let's see what fun we can have here before the sun comes up.”

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[shawnfreki]

Artwork by Igor Kieryluk.

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[catchingdaydreams]

Sleep paralysis demon Miguel was conjured on a rainy night. You had trouble sleeping from the storm rattling your windows. The tree branches outside cast vigorously moving shadows in front of you. If provided some entertainment while an episode of another annoying sleep paralysis was becoming onto you.

Sudden thunder erupted outside, what usually would cause you to jump, you remained still in your bed, motionless.

What was starting to become motionless too was the shadows.

Your quick glance at the window as lightning flickered by was all that the entity needed.

You had an unwelcomed guest.

It wasn't noticeable at first, the loaming shadows on your wall. But you instantly freaked out as an arm reached out, grabbing the end of your bed post. Its grip was firm as it forced the rest of its body out. Its build was that in the form of a tall man. Any other detail was too obscured from the darkness it loomed over itself.

While this was happening you, internally, was freaking the fuck out. You tried all your might to move your body, to cower from that thing. You've had your mind play tricks on you before. It was second nature to experience these things in your current state. But your instincts are going haywire right now. It was an upright force towards your flight responses now. This was not a trick of your mind, it was real and you needed to escape. But you were utterly helpless. All you could do was to stare at the entity.

It stared back.

It opened its eyes amongst the void, projecting fiery red. It was the only distinguishing thing you could make out. As like with its body, his face was still pretty unidentifiable. It beamed with such malice that it pierced your soul. If you could you would have gulped.

You prayed whatever that thing was, that it would not move any closer. You had no clue what it was nor why was it looking at you like you had done something to atrocious him....maybe in another life perhaps? You don't really believe in that shit but what you are experiencing now is tearing your sense of reality so you really don't know what to believe anymore.

The man? hovered above you as its entire body was out of the wall. He never did move after that. Or rather didn't have a chance.

Thunder once again boomed outside. Seconds only passed as lightning struck the sky, flashing your vision. And with a blink, the man before you vanished.

Your eyes roamed the rest of the room in a panic. You were still freaking out, thinking that the entity moved somewhere else within your room. But you couldn't find him in your search. On edge you didn't drop your defense that easily. You waited for a bit, a few minutes or so. And sighed. You involuntarily you held your breath from that quick scare. Still on edge, yet a relief was washing over you slowly.

You didn't get sleep that night. Too afraid that it might come back that night.....he didn't though but....

What you didn't expect is that this would be a common occurrence.

The second time he showed up was much more disturbing. He came from the floor by the end of your bed, so you didn't expect his arrival until you saw his signature flash of crimson. He stood by the back bedframe. This time you got to see how large his frame was as his body was in clear view. This didn't help either as he obscured your window, blocking out much of its natural light. The only thing that shined was red.

You were pretty much hysterical the first time you saw him. You felt small and defenceless under his malicious gaze. All you could was stare into it as he did so with you. Thank the gods, you felt, that he didn't move any closer. He remained motionless by your bed post.

What was odd was that your fear, while still prominent, was easing up. Mostly it was that 15 minutes (or what felt like it ) of direct eye contact with a grumpy being was starting to become, well, boring.

While you really couldn't read his face, he could see yours. His eyes slanted, making it look smaller then it was before. If you had to guess it was as if you offended him for not being scared. You're the one who should feel offended right now. Some random spooky man thing breaks into your home and just stares at you while you're trying to sleep. Hell no. If you were able to move right now you would have scoffed and flipped him off.

You couldn't bother to be scared now, no you were mildly irritated. You move your sight away from him in spite. You had enough of this. You were drained from work and needed to try to at least sleep for a couple of hours.

You didn't look back. Not when the corner of your eyes saw his shadows move. You didn't care if he left on not as your body slowly started to ease and drift to sleep.

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As you succumbed to slumber the man walked up to the side of your bed and sat down on the sheet. There wasn't any imprint that was made by his weight. Was just a shadow, in this form.

He sat there puzzled by your actions. Usually it would take many nights before someone didn't fear his presence anymore. It ruined his feeding. And how you went about it pissed him off.

He was a succubus. A subclass one that feeds off fear. He often appears in nightmares, shapes one's dreamscape into dread and turmoil. But lately that hadn't been satisfying to him. No matter who or what the person was, he hadn't got his fill. It was only until his brother suggested to try terrorizing within reality with a feast similar to his current taste. To dine on the fears of the people who couldn't sleep. To be the "monster under the bed" Gabe states.

But Miguel was picky with his food. His choices were limited to him. He eventually ended up as a sleep paralysis demon. Less work for him too, all he had to do was stand there and look pretty ( well to the people, look pretty Fucken terrifying). And everything would have gone perfectly too, but he met you.

Your fears taste wasn't the reason it stirred something within jim, no it was pretty bland compared to his previous feast. It was how quickly it disappeared . As a being to be feared he took full offense. He could be the bigger man and acknowledge his defeat. But he was no man he was a demon. You unwillingly challenged him, and he was going to make sure you cowered beneath him.

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[untalentedfreak]

Nightmare wishes y'all a good night

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[parasxmaddys]

Void State Success Story

How I entered

Sorry if this post isn't as pretty as others, I'm a little new to Tumblr. But I have been listening to the ULTIMATE SUPERNOVA Enter The Void State Right Now subliminal by @lotusmi all day for the past few days, and I slowly felt my confidence grow as the days went on. I always used to get sleep paralysis a lot as a kid years ago, so my plan was to enter through sleep paralysis. It was like my subconscious mind was on my side because I kept ending up in sleep paralysis a lot the past few days, but I never remembered to affirm for the void until I was already out of it. I got so used to waking up in sleep paralysis that it stopped being scary to me.

Last night when I woke up in sleep paralysis, I could hear the subliminal playing in the background and my room felt hazy like a dream (typical sleep paralysis hallucinations from your subconscious). But the subliminal being one of the sensations of sleep paralysis reminded me to affirm to get in the void state. It only took like 5 affirmations of "I am in the void state", and I was in the void state.

What it felt like

It will probably feel different for everyone. But for me after I affirmed for the void state 5 times... it felt like my soul or consciousness or whatever was lifting out of my already numb body. And it lifted up toward the ceiling until it felt like I was being enveloped by complete peace. I couldn't really feel anything, but it felt like I was everything at the same time. It truly is hard to explain. It also felt like a dream because of how euphoric and at home I felt... and the only thing I could really sense was my thoughts. I stayed for about 30 seconds and thought about how perfect this state was, and then I decided to leave without manifesting anything. (I kind of regret not manifesting now, but it just felt so perfect at the time that I wasn't bothered to) The second I decided to leave, I felt my body again (it almost felt like I was falling back into it) and my eyes opened. When I got out of the void state, it felt like I just returned from a deep sleep. And I mostly just felt overcome with joy because I was so proud of myself for reaching the state. Also I had a lot of confidence in my ability to enter it again.

Motivation & Advice

I think the thing that made entering the void state so hard for me was that I viewed it as so hard to attain and I also had a fear of detaching from my physical body. But at the end of the day, I chose a method and kept persisting with the method. I recommend that anyone trying to enter the void should analyze what their strengths and weaknesses are to help determine which method you should use to get into the void state. Once you pick a method, persist in that method until it gives you success (your subconscious will always give you what you want as long as you embody what you want so really use affirmations, subliminals, and other manifestation methods to help you out). And if you have fear of the void state, don't worry... it's safe and very peaceful. I heard people say this before, but I didn't really believe it until I proved it to myself by tapping in to the void state myself. Go prove it to yourself as well. ❤️ I plan on returning to the void state tonight to manifest, thank you Lotus!

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[ex0skeletal-undead]

Sleep Paralysis by lennygraph

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