SLEEP PARALYSIS
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Ongoing6m
Last published Tue, Jul 17, 2018
I just need a good night sleep that's all, but suddenly I woke up and my body isn't moving at all.
that's cool but,
It Ain't Cool when this happens all the time!
And You Are Feeling That Someone is LOOKING AT YOU SOMEWHERE!
And that is what sleep paralysis is all about.
And this is my story of how I and my friends figure this sh*t out.
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I wake up.... but "wake up" isn't right,waking up would require a bed, covers, a pillow. Instead I come to and I sit up, right away, a pounding headache bursts through me, it takes a while, but it passes. I look down my white dress, I see dry blood stains on it, but I can't find any injury. I realize that I'm in a cage, I see metal bars around me,the floor I'm sitting on is also metal, I recheck my body for injuries, but instead of an injury, I feel something soft, my blood runs cold, ...fur, it feels like fur, I turn my head around. look down, at the back of my dress and start screaming, I can't stop, it's like someone has taken control of my vocal chords, the reason I'm screaming is because what's on-no what's attached to me, is a wolf's tale.She doesn't know who she is, she doesn't know where she is, what she does know is that she has to escape.
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