paralysis

It lurked there, in the doorway. If I could see its face I know it would be staring right at me. This tall black shadow was more dense than the darkness around it. A force seeped from it making my anxiety spike, my heart hammer uncontrollably in its chamber and my skin crawl in terror. The most frightening part of this experience was that I could not scream. I could not utter a squeak from the recesses of my lips. It was as if the demon at the door had reached its claw into my throat and gripped my larynx so tightly that my vocal chords could no longer vibrate. So I laid there, frozen and silent as this entity peered into my soul and saturated my entire being into fear.

*this is not my artwork on the story cover