Paralyzed with Fear
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Last published Tue, Sep 29, 2020
This is a scene demonstrating sleep pralysis.
I wrote this short scene as a fun extra for you guys and as a brief insight into the world of sleep paralysis. If you or a friend has experienced sleep parslysis and would like to correct any details that I may have gotten wrong, please let me know. I will do my best to correct these errors in order to provide a more realistic piece of work for the general public. Thank you for taking your time to read this, and I hope you enjoy!
WARNING: If you are sensitive or easily scared, this bonus is not for you.
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