A ghost under my bed

 The ghosts under my bed

I felt something moving under my bed. It was a dark, shadow with fangs and big nails. It was on its way to devour me. 

I was lying motionless on my bed, unable to stop that devil. My eyes were open, my heart was pounding heavily as the devil ripped off my chest and took out the heart from inside my ribs.

Hello, my name is Jason. I am just a normal teenager who has nothing to do with the world. All I care is about my life and career. I have never seen the face of my parents, who had left me when I was just six years old. I was brought up by my grandparents, in New Jersey who also had passed away a few years ago. Now, I am just an ordinary teen who is trying to live his life quietly. After much hard work, I had got a job which is stressful indeed. Being alone in life is not a big deal, trust me, not only do you get to save money, but also you don't have to take responsibility for people. After all, it's your life, make it large, isn't it?

Well, I do have got a curse with me. A curse that has found me and is not ready to leave my bed. Whenever I sleep, just after midnight, the curse starts showing his true colour. I get stuck to the bed completely, it feels as if someone has tied my limbs with big, iron chains. I can't even move an inch, my body remains completely frozen but my senses remain active. Then, he comes. I could feel it slowly. He looks like a shadow, he haunts people in the dark. He sits on my chest and watches me, struggling to survive. He has no emotions, no compassion, no kindness, all he wants i. Slowly, his companions come out from under the bed, they hold together my hands and limbs and chant their phrases. I felt terrified, my eyes were big and coming out of the socket, my forehead is full of sweat, I could feel my heart pounding. All the creature does is rip my entire chest and pull out my heart before devouring it. All I could do is to watch him and accept my destiny.....

I woke up the next day, my hands were stiff, my feet are tied and my body is tired, it feels that I was tortured in hell and then sent back to earth for the next sufferings. Will that ever end? I always ask myself, what do you think?

( The above is a true story of a person suffering from sleep paralysis, who later died in 1926 owing to several health problems. It is still believed that he was nothing but just a drug-addicted, although no one knows the truth)