At My Worst ( a Nicholas Matthews story)

My Nightmare

The three of us ended up watching Aladdin. Lloyd sat in a bean bag on the floor while Jess and sat on the couch, even if there was a plenty of room for him. I began feeling tired halfway through the movie, so i laid down and laid my head on Jessica's legs. She ran her fingers through my hair, making me even more sleepy. Then I fell asleep.

I felt Jess move, as she was trying to get up without waking me. I opened my eyes slowly.

"I have to go now, Nick." She told me.

"No, stay." i begged.

She played with my hair. "I can't. I'm not sleeping with you already. We literally just started dating."

I groaned. I didn't necessarily want to sleep with her, but I guess she's leaving now. "I just wanted you to stay here a little longer."

"Nick, You're half asleep." she explained, "I don't need to stay. You should get some rest. We can meet up somewhere tomorrow."

She has a point. "Okay" She got up from the couch and kissed my forehead. "Bye"

"Night Night." She said. "Bye Lloyd."

"Bye Jess." he responded. Then she left.

I felt myself drift back into sleep.

I woke up to a poorly lit room. I tried sitting up, but it's like I'm paralysed. I felt something grab my ankles, but I couldn't look towards them. Whatever was holding them, moved up. It's shadow like with blood red eyes. I tried screaming for Lloyd, but no noise came out of me. It held my wrists and growled. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?! I began to sweat. It sat on my chest, it's heavy. I began to panic. It grabbed my throat. Dammit right when i stop not wanting to die. I couldn't breathe. Then everything stopped. The demon like creature disappeared, after what felt like hours. I could move, I could breathe. I could yell for Lloyd.

He came in through the door. "What- What's wrong?!"

"I- I don't know" i stuttered. "I think I was attacked by a demon."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he questioned.

"I don't know. I couldn't move or speak. It was on top of me. I don't know it was terrifying." I explained, still traumatized.

"It was probably sleep paralysis." he said, in a tired and annoyed voice.

"What the hell is that?" I asked.

"What you just experienced" he sarcastically told me, "now go to sleep." He headed back to his room.

"Fine" what if it happens again? What if it was real? I'm beginning to sound like a six year old who's afraid of the dark. It's not like i'm scared of the dark, it just the thought of reliving whatever that was horrifies me. I'm just paranoid, just lay back down. Nope. I got up and walked towards the fridge. I opened it up to see it's contents. The fridge light hurt my un-adjusted eyes. I closed my eyes and just picked up what felt like the milk carton. I took a cup from the cabinet and poured some milk in it. I took a sip. Nope. that's not milk. I spit it back out. It's just orange juice dumb-ass.