Sleep Paralysis Stories Novels & Stories

Sienna remained silent for a moment, letting me talk. “It’s not… it’s not that I’m crazy. I… I know what’s real and what’s not… or at least I thought I did.” My knuckles tightening against the wooden surface. “But it felt… it felt so real.” Sienna nodded slowly. “Vivid dreams can be a symptom of trauma… stress… or even a neurological condition.” She opened her notebook again and flipped through a few pages. “Some people experience something called ‘hypnagogic’ or ‘hypnopompic’ hallucinations, when they’re falling asleep or waking up.”

Sleepwalker Chapter 1 Nothing like that had ever been seen by the doctor before. Over the years, we had visited multiple of these centers, but none of them had ever treated a case of chronic and debilitating sleepwalking like the one my son Tom, who was nineteen years old, was dealing with.

Relaxing on the office sofa amidst a tranquil atmosphere, John found himself in a restless slumber. With a troubled expression etched on his face, his head rocked right and left, almost as if he were wrestling with some messed-up dreams. In his slumber, he was haunted by a looming, creepy shadow that hung over him, turning everything dark. John's mouth opened in a silent scream, and then.... he bolted upright, eyes darting around the room as if he were hunting down the invisible monster.

A voice went off in his head His breath caught on fully seeing her in just her towel, showing glistering skin and eyes that– Eyes that shot daggers at him. “What the hell are you doing in my room?!” She exploded. At that exact moment, the old woman began to bang on the door. “Open up, you bastard! Let my granddaughter go! How dare you come into her room? How dare you?” Ivy's eyes darted towards the door, and back to him. “What is going on here? How does my grandma know you're here?” “You have sleep paralysis,” he said as a matter of fact, rather than a question.

That we were dry humping and I know what he feels like turned on and pushed up against me. “I’ve been known to do more than kiss in my sleep.” He laughs. No hint of shock at all. “They call it ‘Sexsomnia’. It happens very rarely. It’s like a form of sleepwalking.” He shrugs it off, obviously in acceptance of this quirk of his. Only Jake would have a manly sex related sleeping disorder. Well, that explains a lot! He comes to stand beside me, and I try not to shrink.

She had managed to make me go to the beach and attend a recital with her which I found out was totally amazing. “Are you sure you’re okay now? Or do you need me to get you anything?” she asked “No, I don’t need anything, I’m good” I replied and gestured for her to sit down back. We had sat together on the couch when she was reading a story by Nicholas Sparks “A walk to remember” before I slept off. “Do you usually have sleep paralysis?” she asked and I shake my head as a negative response “It only started few months ago and it doesn’t happen always, just once in a while” I replied

You told me about them and I promised to always be there for you to protect you. I knew what I was talking about, one of my biggest fears. And I had several. Sometimes I had sleep paralysis, it was horrible not being able to move you, I felt like I would be trapped. I told Jay about it, I remember well what I told him: I'm afraid of being trapped in one of my dreams...I mean, in one of my nightmares. I'm afraid of going to sleep and not waking up afterwards. I'm afraid of not knowing if I'm living a reality or if it's all a figment of my imagination. I have many fears.

Author’s POV Natalie was laying on her bed in Cyrus and her room. Tears were still flowing non stop from her eyes. She was tired to death but she wasn’t sleeping. She was scared that if she slept then she won’t be able to wake up ever again because of her sleep paralysis. She is preparing herself for telling him everything, without leaving a single thing out. It is going to be painful for her. More miserable than dying itself. But now she can’t keep him in dark anymore. So she will tell him.

Brooks pointed angrily at Dad and said, "You can't possibly continue teaching in your state anymore. You're indefinitely suspended!" Dad was then removed from the premises by the security guards while he desperately kept looking back at the empty seat. "No, it's Zach! My Zach isn't asleep! He's just too tired!" Dad's voice echoed loudly down the hallway, sounding shrill and desperate. However, he was never seen at school again from that day onward. He lived entirely in his own little bubble of illusion, never being able to wake up from his hallucination after all. … A few years later, the once oppressive home was now sinister and terrifying.

Only four girls were present, sound asleep, a testament to the hour. As Rithanya prepared her bed, set her alarm for 7 am, and settled in, her thoughts began to cascade into her dreams. In her slumber, a vivid and unsettling dream took hold—a scenario where she entered an examination hall, slightly late, and was met with a room full of students fervently writing. The weight of time pressed upon her, and she struggled to finish her exam. The aftermath of her performance was a shock—she scored the lowest marks, her classmates mocked her, and her parents' disappointment was palpable. The dream painted a portrait of failure and humiliation that left Rithanya gasping for air as she jolted awake w