I am having another fit in my twin sized bed, I can''t stop myself from shaking and groaning. I try to wake up every single time the horrible sensation of lose overcomes me, but I just can''t. This mysterious force keeps me from being able to open my eyes, the worst part is that I have full consciousness of my body. Sleep paralysis, people have assumed me to have. I don''t buy it, granted the symptoms match. The inability to move my body, the feeling of something on me a pressure if you will, and the so called hallucinations.


    Hallucinations they call it, but the difference between my so called hallucinations and the other folk is that I doesn''t see things that happen around me, but to other people and places I have never even seen or heard of. A curse it feels like that has been haunting me ever since I can remember.This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    So no hallucinations tonight either. I am glad though, because when I have them they feel so real. Tomorrow I will finally start what my "shrink" has been hounding me to do for a while; write them down. I fear for tomorrow, like everyday of my life. I am scared of seeing these visions. I am tired of them, but they just wont stop. Maybe my virtual friend is right, writing them down will help me rest easy.


    One night of good rest is what I ask for, but deep down I wish for more then that. I don''t want these visions disturbing my sleep anymore.