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Sleep paralysis

My most recent short horror story:)

Word count: 953

After a long day of work I finally got home.

While rubbing my tired eyes I open the door to my apartment.

I reach for the light and turn it on.

My eyes scan the room that has appeared before me.

Thank God, it looks exactly the same as how I left it. I think to myself.

Quickly I glance behind me in the hallway.

No one is there.

Good.

I enter my home and close the door behind me.

One lock.

And the second lock.

You can never be too sure.

You can never be too safe.

I live alone, so leaving and coming home is always connected to some sort of fear of an intruder or a change.

Or perhaps it's just me, I've always been told that I'm quite anxious.

Well whatever, I'm home, I'm going to cook myself dinner.

As the food in the pan has finally come to the right heat, I turn of the stove and put my dinner on a plate.

I go over to my couch, turn on the tv and start eating.

I always do it like this, especially whenever I need to work the next day.

Usually I don't even pay attention to what's on, I just stare at the screen blankly.

I need the noise in order to feel safe.

In order to feel... well, not alone.

A while after I've finished my food, I decide that it's time to go to bed.

I keep the tv on and go to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

As I get out and back into a room, I suddenly hear the tv blaring some news I really didn't want to hear.

"The serial killer that has taken the lives of five has yet to be caught. The police have let us know that all of the murders have been done by the same person, evidence has shown-"

I quickly turn off the tv, I feel my body has turned cold by the voice of the newscaster.

It feels terrible.

"I really didn't want to hear that." I say speaking to myself, something I've been doing more and more since living alone.

Maybe I should check all the doors and windows again... just to be sure no one could enter.

I turn on some happy music in order for me to go through with my triple checking round.

As I check everything for the last time, I finally decide that I am in fact alone and that no one is inside my home.

I close the curtains and get into my messily made bed.

Then it's time to turn off the lights.

It takes a while for me to sleep, the thoughts of the news from before still linger freshly in my mind.

Suddenly I hear something moving in my room.

I open my eyes.

It's really dark.

At first I don't see anything.

But then I do.

Something is inside my room.

I can feel my heart starting to beat faster.

Unmoving it stands in the corner of my room.

Something seems to be staring at me and I'm staring back.

My eyes blink and as my eyes open, I notice it standing closer to me.

It moves what I believe to be its head and I hold my breath.

For a moment dark spots start appearing and I'm forced to start breathing again.

The dark spots disappear, just as the figure.

Did it really go away? I wonder.

I try to turn my head, but somehow I seem to have lost all control of my body, except for my eyes.

Suddenly I notice something in the corner of my eye.

A face.

Someone is standing next to me.

Their face right next to mine.

The person, if I can call it that, in my room looks rather unsettling.

The face... has something unnatural to it.

One eye looks just slightly too big and the other too small.

The smaller one seems to be staring into my soul.

The big one seems to be almost bulging out of the eye socket, though that might still be in part my imagination. I wouldn't be able to tell you which eye is the smaller or bigger one.

Still in a way it does still look like a normal face, but also not at all.

Their skin is incredibly grey, like ash.

Their fingers are thin, so thin I've never seen before.

The intruder takes out something that glistens in the little bit of light that enters my room.

Immediately I know what the object is.

A knife.

"I know you can't move, so I will give you a chance." They say in a voice that seems devoid of humanity.

"With this mark, you are the next."

I try to move, but even just trying to move my lips end up accomplishing nothing.

My heart is beating so loudly I can't hear anything else.

The intruder smiles, too widely for any human being to be smiling and then slowly starts to cut through my skin.

It hurts.

It hurts!

I want to scream, but I can't.

I want to fight back, but my body won't let me.

A creepy chuckle leaves the person's lips.

Lips that seem to have something inhuman.

They take their time, cutting away at my shoulder.

Meanwhile I'm unable to do anything.

My blanket has fallen onto the ground and the figure picks it up and tuck me in.

"Ssssh... there, there." They say in a malice filed tone: "Don't be scared, I'll come back for you later."

Then the intruder leaves the room and I close my eyes.

My alarm wakes me up and the first thing I notice is that I'm able to move again.

What a nightmare.

I sigh.

Looking around, I finally feel at ease again.

No one is here.

I'm alone.

I get out of bed and get ready for the day.

When I'm ready to leave, I place my hand on the doorknob of my front door and, shocked, I pull it back quickly.

It's unlocked.

Both locks.

I'm so certain I locked them.

I checked and checked again.

A sudden pain enters my shoulder and I rub my hand against it, only to find it stained red.

Hiya everybody, it’s been a while so take a conjoined doodle!

Go follow this mf they make awesome art

this drawing I made of intruder :D not rlly my best but I tried

yea i sorta just wanted to add a purple guy gif lol

The friendly lady you see at the end of the mental hospital

She so pretty

Lore! I got inspired by someone I follow on twitter and I came up with this, I hope y’all enjoy!

Yet another WIP, I’m getting close to finishing this!

Still related to Intruder BTW, Hence the tags but once I finish up you’ll get to see Intruder!

I am indeed still cooking

Reposting doodles, OCs and canon characters, Mark and Cassandra are not mine, they belong to a friend

My Mandela Catalog HC

Type 4 Alternates;

TULPA appear in the background of a reflection when their victim is checking their appearance. The victim will whip their head around in fear, checking behind themselves and rushing out the bathroom in a panic. Alternates are bad enough it's no question people will go crazier if one appeared right in their mirror taunting them with unwanted words, all darkly smiling. Not only is MAD diagnosed but they'll develop Spectrophobia (Fear of mirrors) caused by anxiety and paranoia. This will only make their survival chances plummet to the ground. Life will only get harder; hearing voices, faces popping in every reflection from a car rear view mirror to a simple puddle, constantly being haunted with nobody daring to help, the police officials you can forget, shattering mirrors won't help it'll only create tinier TULPA Alternate fragments and more voices, they'll be too scared to look in the mirror fearing the TULPA Alternates and twisting their reflection into such inhuman monstrous structure no one should ever see, an endless torture that ends with the victim ending their own life.

Now, a mirror by definition is:

"A reflective surface, now typically of glass coated with a metal amalgam, that reflects a clear image"

Anything that produces a reflection is a easy realm TULPA Alternates enter to spread M.A.D quicker and conventionally, just like The Intruder uses technology to kidnap hundreds of children faster to pace up the s****** rates. Note that these Type 4 TULPA Alternates are a recent threat beginning to appear, encounters starting off as small ripples only getting bigger and spreading wide all over Mandela County and beyond. This war between Humanity and Alternates will only get harder and trickier to survive. Mirrors are used in everyday life and reflections are everywhere. There is nowhere to escape.

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(from "An Intruder")

but it is the process that leads the direction of the result

the choice of words cannot tell everything and the delusion

that you're holding something in your hands makes you most vulgar.