Sleep Paralysis Demon Drawing Novels & Stories

Zach draped an arm over my shoulders and pulled me close to him before planting a kiss on my forehead "I'll walk you home" he murmured and I smiled "Let's go" * Six Hours Later * I was seated at my desk in my room at home with my sketchbook. I was sketching the face of the scary redhead I had dreamt about. I wasn't exactly a master at drawing but my art teacher in high school had often told me I was really good at drawing portraits and landscapes. I made sure to capture every detail about her face, starting from her ginger coloured hair, to her perfectly pointed nose, her light freckles and her plump lips. But most of all, those terrifying black eyes that looked demonic.

The sleeping remedy Atlas plunged into his neck taking its effect at an alarming rate. ‘Well damn now that was unexpected, shit. That ass hole’ the inner demon whined. Mortal bodies were so easy to render useless and now the demon was trapped, forced to wait out the effects of the sleeper agent.

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.

His hand moved up her thigh and cupped her sex, feeling the heat and dampness he wanted nothing more than to slip inside her warmth but he pulled back and her soft moan tore through him. ‘Soon little witch, soon’ He whispered nuzzling her neck, he kissed her panting lips and then lay down beside her, holding her back to his front, ‘Sleep Ella, go to sleep’ The spell worked and she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep and he lay watching her his body on fire and then his eyes darkened and he lifted his head staring into the shadows, ‘Ansitif, I can smell you’ The Demon came forward his dark eyes glittering with amusement,

Until I woke up with difficulty breathing. The next night, I could see its body but not its face. It was in the shape of a winged man and an immense darkness covered its face. -What are you, what do you want from me? -I want you. I was about to run but something stopped me. An invisible force paralyzed me and a gust of wind pushed me towards him.

The man plaguing my dreams. I pushed open the door, letting myself in. The room smelled like sulfur, my eyes traced around observing all the several runic symbols and sigils drawn on the walls. These symbols were drawn in blood. At the center of the room was a glass sphere, surrounded by salt and a dark triangle symbol etched on the ceiling above. I recognized that symbol-- it was used for trapping dark entities that weren't born from this world-- demons. It was a demon's trap! My eyes fell on a pale white naked figure crouching down at the center of the glass sphere.

That is how he knows the paintings her sister has are of a demon. "She is not crazy. Demons do exist in another plane. The name of the demon she keeps painting is Azzazal. The most powerful and the most feared demon in all the planes. Even our Lord is no match in front of him" Maximilian declared. He researched about the demon when his sister keeps painting about him over and over again. He wanted to know why she keeps doing it, despite never seeing him in her life. That's why he sent his shadow to the other world secretly, without telling his father.

No wonder Killian couldn’t look me in the eye this morning. I reach for the sketch pad Elara left by the nightstand. My fingers tremble, but I grip the pencil like it’s my lifeline. I don’t even think, I just draw. Symbols. Circles. Eyes with fire spilling from them. A wolf with a shattered spine. A crown that burns. A clock with no hands. My hand stops only when I notice the paper trembling beneath my touch. Not from me. From the floor. A low vibration hums through the wood. Like a warning. Something is coming.

♪♪ Demons • by Imagine Dragons ✿✿✿⁠ LILAH These nightmares would never stop chasing after me. They're too vicious and glutinous to leave me alone. Every night whenever I fix my eyes close, I see demons chasing after me. They'd laugh at me because I'm so pathetic and unwieldy. I scream at them again and again that I'm not but they'd keep making fun of me. Sometimes I question myself, what I did to deserve this abhorrent life. I could've lived like other kids out there. I could've gotten very loving and careful parents who would nourish and protect us. But we got monsters.

All I knew was that if it had anything to do with that demon on the computer then this might be worse than I thought. “Okay,” she said in between her sobs, she continued in telling me about her dream, not leaving out a single detail. She told me about gashes that had appeared, how she had mumbled some sort of chant under her breath and how the demon had appeared. Abby cuddled in my arms and explained how it had disappeared after the symbol had been revealed. Even now she had thought that she had woken up and had seen it in the mirror and woke up in a start. “Then, I came straight down here, those eyes burning in my mind, to research everything on the computer. I found out that the beast is a