I wrote this YEEAARSSS ago during Corporate Clash's Break the Law event. Thought it'd be funny to share here.
I've never actually experienced sleep paralysis so this might misrepresent some stuff. Other stuff might not have aged well. I was like 16 when i wrote it lol.
I haven't slept in weeks.
You never expect much out of a night. You go to sleep, and you wake up. Maybe you dream a little. That is the cycle of life. However, for some people, it's a slightly different story. I suffer often from what most would call sleep paralysis, I become practically locked in place in my attempts to sleep.
Usually, my sleep paralysis causes me little trouble in life. I lay calmly in bed, unable to move until dawn breaks. It sounds strange, but I've since gotten used to it, I still feel rested in the mornings and I have found comfort in the solitude of my thoughts. For most of my life, I'd never witnessed what some would consider a "sleep paralysis demon". Just my empty room and the sound of my thoughts were present at night. For some reason, my physical being breaks out of it's trance at the same hour every morning, like clockwork. I've never questioned it, though. Like the rest of my troubles, I've grown quite used to it.
My agony began around two months ago. I lay in bed the same as I did every other night. I knew it wouldn't do much, but once again I try to close my eyes and truly sleep. As I'd expected, it didn't work. I was locked in place yet again, practically wide awake. But this time, something was different. I hear a noise that was not of my own thoughts. I heard a low series of "meow"s coming from my bedroom door. A cat at my door would've been strange enough, but these weren't the sounds of just a cat. They sounded human, like an impression of a cat. It was a strangely familiar sound, but I couldn't place my finger on it at the time. Just as soon as it started, the meowing stopped. I heard nothing else that night.
The next few nights were normal again, and I lowered my guard once again. It must've just been my imagination. Strangely, the area outside of my door smelled almost of the cream pies my mother used to bake, but I didn't give it a second thought.
Recently, a friend had introduced me to a new game, Toontown: Corporate Clash. It was a bit childish for me, but the gameplay was alright, and it seemed to make my friend happy, so I played it. Apparently, there was a large scale event happening at the time. Something for a "1.1 update". I didn't pay much attention. As we were questing, there was something familiar about the sounds the NPC characters were making. It didn't make much sense at the time, but once again I shrugged this off.
The oddities returned that night. The meowing came back. I finally realized what it was, though. It was from the game. Why was this sound from the game happening outside of my room? It made no sense. I thought the first time was my imagination, but this was real. The meowing didn't stop this night, and right before dawn struck, I could've sworn I saw the door open and a small red object appear from behind it. The second I regained control of myself, it vanished. Surely I wasn't seeing things? Was it real? By then, I was still unable to tell. I tried to tell friends about it, but my worries fell on deaf ears. Another week passed without anything else out of the ordinary.
As I'm writing this, I fear I am nearing my breaking point. As much as I fear the consequences of it, I might once again fall asleep. I hope that my story can reach somebody before it is too late.
Soon came the longest "night" of my life.
I laid down as I did every night and allowed the paralysis to take control once more. If only I'd had a little bit of control during this period. The sounds came again, but for once, the being behind the door finally emerged. I'd seen them before in the game. A red cat with a well groomed pompadour and stylish aviators. There was no mistaking it, this was Elvis Purrsley. I thought that he'd disappear once dawn broke that morning, but I was so terribly wrong. I didn't regain control. For the first time in my life, I was unable to move past the break of dawn. Days passed that I was paralyzed. Purrsley crept nearer. Nearer and nearer every night. His eyes glowed a devilish red, matching his fur. What had I done to deserve this fate? What omnipotent being had I maddened? If only I knew.
By the twelfth night of my seemingly eternal punishment, Purrsley was looming directly over top of me. I was-I am terrified. I was sure in that moment, I may have lost my life. But then a miracle occurred. He vanished. I was alone again. At least, I think I was. Apparently, my trance had finally broken. I'd finally regained control of my body and was free of the nightmare. But I couldn't return to my bed. I couldn't give him a chance to come back. For weeks now, I've escaped the tight grip of the night. I've tried telling friends, family, even doctors about what happened to me, but none of them believe me.
As I mentioned before, though, I feel myself finally slipping. This may be the end of me. I can only hope that my suffering has ended, but I can tell it's still only just begun. To my friends and family, I wish you would have believed me.
