Raise your hand if you have a sleep paralysis demon.
Me Me Me! I do! -raises hand enthusiastically
And it’s HIDEOUS. About 4 feet high, 5 feet wide, dressed in rags and garbage with a rotting Doberman pincher face.
It shuffles fast and sideways when it comes to your bed, with a high pitch giggle bubbling from its decaying mouth.
Then it rests it head on your hand, daring you to move with its onion pearl eyes, teeth gnashing in anticipation.
But you can’t. You can barely breath and most definitely can’t scream. Mercifully the paralysis start to ease and the monster fades back into the shadows, not in a hurry, knowing it’ll see you again.