Jeeziz. Ok. I'm not quite sure how to explain what happened to me in bed last night, but I'll certainly try.
You're all going to think I've finally lost the plot, and I'm a completely dotty bat. Perhaps you're right.
I went to bed at a reasonable hour, after watching Grey's Anatomy. I didn't even play with myself. But I tossed and turned, eventually finally falling asleep. Next thing, I sort of wake up, and this is the wierd part: All these strange images were flitting through my head, and loud sounds and noises were accompanying these images. It was like I was reading somebody's mind.
That part wasn't scary, because that could've been a dream afterall.
What was absolutely terrifying was that I couldn't move, my body had gone completely stiff, my back was arched, my eyes were wide open, I was screaming because I couldn't move, but no sound came from my mouth.
This happened not once, but twice. Both times straight after each other.
I was completely awake both times, as my eyes were open and I rememeber seeing my ceiling and walls perfectly clearly.
The only reasonable explanation I can come up with is something along the lines of the supernatural, which isn't reasonable at all really.
Some of my more recent readers may not know, but my room is haunted. I can swear blind there is something that lives in my room. It hasn't bothered me to the point where I've thought of bringing in a priest to have the room exorcised, but I'm thinking it's now time to call ghostbusters. Because it felt like I was being possessed last night.
Maybe I'm going completely crazy.
Either way, I'm not sleeping in there tonight.