My eyelids felt like they'd been glued shut. Not normal tired-heavy. No. This was illegal levels of heavy. I was pretty sure I could lift my sister faster than I could open my eyes right now.
…Sister.
Wait.
Why did that feel important?
I tried to move.
Nothing.
Not a finger. Not a toe. Not even a dramatic twitch for effect. Since when did my body become a decorative item?
Okay. Calm down. This is fine. People wake up paralyzed all the time, right?
…Right?
Panic crept in anyway, slow and cold, like it had all the time in the world and was enjoying the walk.
With the last scraps of my dignity, I forced my eyes open—
—and immediately wished I hadn't.
Pitch black.
No, not just black. This was the kind of darkness that felt personal. Like it had beef with me specifically.
And then, because my luck is outstanding, I noticed it.
A shadow.
A shape.
A… thing.
Darker than the darkness around it. Which shouldn't even be possible, but clearly physics had clocked out for the day.
It hovered above me.
Not touching.
Just… there.
Watching.
"Oh great," I thought. "Sleep paralysis demon. Fantastic. Love that for me."
My body locked up completely, as if it heard my thoughts and decided, yeah, no need to even pretend you're in control.
I tried to move. Failed.
Tried to scream. Also failed.
At this point, I would've settled for blinking aggressively.
Nothing.
And then—
I swear—
it leaned closer.
Not in a dramatic, jump-scare way.
No.
Slow. Curious.
Like it was inspecting me.
Bitch ! Do you think I'm some kind of animal ?
Which, honestly is .Rude
If you're going to haunt me, at least don't do while acting like you're judging my life choices which even if you were , I would know
Suddenly, my chest tightened. Breathing became optional, apparently.
And just before everything slipped away, one very clear thought crossed my mind:
If this is how I die, I'm haunting back
Ha! Why are my thoughts like that of a dying person !!!
Then darkness swallowed everything