I looked around the empty ice-rink. Even then, I knew I was in some intra-cranial world and that my eyes were bouncing from side to side under my lids, like an organic metronome keeping dream time. My only company the diffused reflection glued to my boots as I walked gingerly, and I read shapes in…
Tag: I Dream of Desiree
Sleep Paralysis: Shadow People, Night Hags, and Other Fun Things by Rohit Sawant
It isn’t exactly unheard of. You wake up in the small hours of the night, unable to move or vocalize, and sense a ‘presence’ or witness something crouched on your chest. You strain to move your muscles, even if it’s just curling a finger and whimper, all the while feeling a wave of malice encroach….
