Short Scary Stories

A Classic Story Of Sleep Paralysis

When I was 5, my 18 year old sister rescued my mother and I from a house with bullet holes in the windows and shut off heat in the dead of a Northern Ohio winter. My sister escaped my father's abuse to a work factory job with her boyfriend and scratch together enough for a small 2 bedroom apartment.  She had her taste of freedom, but could not enjoy it as long as my mother and I froze in our broken home while my father was off doing whatever it is men who let their and child freeze and starve with no electricity do. So she rolled up one day, with a sympathetic uncle, a truck, and said let's go. I owe my life to her.

My mom and I were sleeping on our little pad of blankets on the floor when she woke up from a dead sleep. Her gaze fixed on a spot on the ceiling but could not move from there. She said that she felt someone on top of her, crushing her with its weight. She couldn't move her eyes to see it, but felt and heard its breath rattling against her neck. She couldn't move a millimeter couldn't even move her eyes to see what was on her. She felt the tears rushing into her eyes, but couldn't shed a tear.

My mom is deeply religious, so even to this day she won't say the word demon, but we all know that was what was on her. The only thing that she could do was pray to Jesus. She couldn't move her lips so she just shouted His name in her head until it was all over.

My sister was sleeping in the master bedroom just a few feet over. My sister woke up from hard sleeping and had this nagging feeling to go check on her perfectly heathy mom. She sat there arguing with herself until she decided to go ahead and do it. When she got to our room, she saw my mom, her eyes rolled back so far she could only see the whites, and her arms were so grey and lifeless. My sister started to shake my mom and try to wake her up, and she wouldn't. Finally she woke up, gasping for air, while her eyes returned to normal, and all the life rushed back through her veins. 

A couple of years later, into my twenties, my mom told me, after I thought that was the weirdest thing that happened, said that I was sleepwalking and tried to jump out of a window. In. The. Same. Room. Also when my sisters husband got drunk and talked about a time when he had a couple of straight friends over to spend the night, my sister not being there, and one expirened waking up and feeling exactly like my mom, without knowing about the story. In. The. Same. Room. I'm much older now, and my mom still lives there. I wanna go back in the room, but every time I touch the doorknob, all my senses tell me to run as far as I can, away from that room. That crap is haunted.