I cannot fall asleep on my back. Or rather, I find it incredibly difficult to do so.
One night, I was dead tired and laid on my back as I normally do to get the bed warm before turning on a side to try to sleep, and I began to drift off.
It was at that point I became aware of the dark shapeless form about as tall as a person stood at the side of my bed. The room was dark. It was darker.
I made a very weird “oo-er” noise, roused myself and it melted into the regular darkness.
I didn’t feel at all threatened by it, and assume it was my mind playing tricks, but it was definitely creepy and unwelcome.
So when I was a teenager I used to have a desktop computer in my bedroom, with desk, chair and all, the bed was against the far wall from the door, with the desk in between. One night I woke to a dark figure bending down over me while I slept, and my instinct was to punch it! And I kinda hurt myself by hitting the metal frame of my computer chair which I had somehow rolled next to the bed without noticing, with a black hoodie draped over it.
I have a large scar on my arm from a similar incident in my youth. Possibly brain damage as well.
I awoke to a shadowy figure standing over me, so I did what any reasonable person would - I lunged out of bed, screaming incoherently, and tried to tackle it. It was unfortunately imaginary, unlike the hard, wooden floor. I poorly performed a shoulder roll and scraped my arm along one leg of my bureau, tearing the skin from my elbow halfway to my wrist, and cracked my head into the wall.
My parents found me incoherent and covered with blood. A trip to the hospital yielded a diagnosis of a mild concussion and an avulsion wound too ragged to be stitched back together.
I can’t sleep on my side because, as a kid, I was sleeping with my back to a window and had this overwhelming horror where I just KNEW these humanoid creatures were looking at me through the window. I had this feeling they were going to inject something into me that would collect together into a single mass and come out of my like a chest burster. As stupid as it was, I was a 12 year old who was horrified of what his mind told him.
I’ve told this story before.
I cannot fall asleep on my back. Or rather, I find it incredibly difficult to do so.
One night, I was dead tired and laid on my back as I normally do to get the bed warm before turning on a side to try to sleep, and I began to drift off.
It was at that point I became aware of the dark shapeless form about as tall as a person stood at the side of my bed. The room was dark. It was darker.
I made a very weird “oo-er” noise, roused myself and it melted into the regular darkness.
I didn’t feel at all threatened by it, and assume it was my mind playing tricks, but it was definitely creepy and unwelcome.
So when I was a teenager I used to have a desktop computer in my bedroom, with desk, chair and all, the bed was against the far wall from the door, with the desk in between. One night I woke to a dark figure bending down over me while I slept, and my instinct was to punch it! And I kinda hurt myself by hitting the metal frame of my computer chair which I had somehow rolled next to the bed without noticing, with a black hoodie draped over it.
I have a large scar on my arm from a similar incident in my youth. Possibly brain damage as well.
I awoke to a shadowy figure standing over me, so I did what any reasonable person would - I lunged out of bed, screaming incoherently, and tried to tackle it. It was unfortunately imaginary, unlike the hard, wooden floor. I poorly performed a shoulder roll and scraped my arm along one leg of my bureau, tearing the skin from my elbow halfway to my wrist, and cracked my head into the wall.
My parents found me incoherent and covered with blood. A trip to the hospital yielded a diagnosis of a mild concussion and an avulsion wound too ragged to be stitched back together.
Ah I see you’ve met the sleep paralysis demon too.
Yeah, I know it matches the description of one of those. I’m very glad it wasn’t one of the chest-sitters.
i get sleep paralysis if i sometime sleep on my back, and only if i was exhausted the day before.
I can’t sleep on my side because, as a kid, I was sleeping with my back to a window and had this overwhelming horror where I just KNEW these humanoid creatures were looking at me through the window. I had this feeling they were going to inject something into me that would collect together into a single mass and come out of my like a chest burster. As stupid as it was, I was a 12 year old who was horrified of what his mind told him.