
Originally Posted by
violetta0221
It happened to me about 14 years ago, but I remember it like it was just yesterday. It was winter, and for some reason I had problems sleeping. I would wake up with a feeling that something or someone was standing by my bed and looking at me with straight, heavy and angry eyes. (This happens sometimes: somebody is looking at you very deeply as if pushing you down).
I would cover myself in the blanket, close my eyes and try to fall asleep, but yet still had the feeling that “somebody” was watching me. I was scared to look at “him.” I lost my sleep. I was scared to death. One night while sleeping and dreaming, I felt something really heavy on my legs, and they felt paralyzed. I felt panic, and I felt like I needed to do something. With unbelievable power, I was able to move my toe and all of a sudden the heaviness disappeared.
My silent fight had just started. Every night felt heavier and heavier, longer and longer. One night I thought I wouldn’t make it; the feeling was so heavy that I couldn’t breathe. It seemed as if it was my only chance to survive, and I tried with all my energy to move my legs. That night I decided to look at my fear.
The next night I waited. As soon as I felt pressure in my legs, I immediately turned on the other side. It was then that I saw “It,” a six feet tall, black colored shadow. I think I swallowed my tongue, because I wanted to scream so much but couldn’t even make a sound. Suddenly, the shadow disappeared. I slept the rest of the night like a baby, but only until the next night.
Again I went to bed and fell asleep immediately. I dreamed and I saw myself running with the fastest speed in the hallway, and on the floor was a white lane like on the highway. I felt I needed to turn, but my speed was gaining. I raised my eyes, and I awoke. I turned towards my sister’s bed, and I saw the shadow standing in front of her bed leaning towards her. I started screaming. My sister awoke and started screaming too.
The next morning my sister told me that she also had felt the very heavy pressure on her legs, and her legs, too, had felt paralyzed. I told her to look straight at the shadow the next time; to look at her fear. And she did.
This shadow left our family, yet we have remembered this story since. For the rest of our lives we will look upon it as a lesson to look straight at our fear in order to overcome it.