The driver dropped each of us off in our various apartments.
It was already 10pm when I got home. I was so tired that I slept off immediately I climbed my bed.
I didn't get to call Daisy like I planned.
I woke up the next morning, refreshed and surprisingly I was feeling so good.
For the first time in weeks, I had a good night sleep. There were no dreams what so ever. It was very peaceful.
Even before I started having all those nightmares, I used to always have something going on in my sleep. I dreamt of different things. Things I wouldn't even remember when I woke up. But not once have I slept without dreaming. But last night was an exception. It was as if my sleep television was turned off. No dreams or nightmares. Everything was just pitch black.
I realized I've been missing out a lot. Do people actually sleep like this? Without dreaming?
I slept in my apartment and they were no dreams. Does this mean this place wasn't haunted?
I've just been punishing myself spiritually for the past weeks?
I checked for the time, it was 12:30pm? I slept that long?
My stomach grumbled and I knew I needed to find something to eat. I didn't feel like eating. But I knew I had to eat.
So I went down to the cafe down the street. Grabbed some coffee and sandwiches and came back home to eat.
As I ate, I took out my phone and dialed Daisy's number. I needed to speak to her. I wondered why she hadn't tried calling me these past few days. It rang but there was no answer. She didn't pick my call.
So I sent her a text and asked her to call me when she sees the text.
After eating, I had nothing to do. I jumped into bed and was browsing through Instagram, seeing the latest updates of what was going on.
Yes I had an instagram account but I wasn't active. I didn't post stuff there but I followed people because I needed to know what was going on around the world and of course see some funny memes and stuff.
I got bored and started feeling sleepy. I decided to close my eyes for a bit as I wait for Daisy to call me back.
Suddenly, my eyes opened but I couldn't move. I saw him. He started walking towards me. I was still in my bed. I was very sure this wasn't a dream. I couldn't move or speak but my eyes were opened. I could see him. He got on top of me and covered my neck with his large hands.
He was choking me. I still couldn't move. And now I couldn't breathe. This was pure horror.
And just like it never happened, he vanished. And I could suddenly move. I jerked off the bed and ran out of the bedroom into the sitting room sitting on the single couch.
This couldn't be happening, not after having a dreamless and peaceful night.
Then I realized I was still clutching tightly to my phone. This time, I knew that wasn't a dream. What was that?
I decided to google it. I know googling your symptoms when you were sick wasn't a good idea because google might even tell you you were already dead. But this was different. What harm could it do? I was already sure it was something bad, so not even the internet could scare me more than I already was.
I googled the symptoms and google told me it was called sleep paralysis. They scientifically explained it.
Calm down Lily, there was a scientific explanation. At least now you know you weren't crazy or anything.
Some of the causes of sleep paralysis I found was, lack of sleep, sleeping on one's back, taking a particular drug, stress, etc.
Okay, I wasn't taking any drugs and I think I wasn't lacking sleep. Or was I? Although I was sleeping on my back when it happened though. But could this be it?
I kept searching for more information. It said there was no cure to it because it wasn't an illness.
I kept going, kept searching.
Until I came across the one that said, sleep paralysis could be as a result of spiritual attack according to some beliefs.
What was happening to me? Was all this normal or spiritual?
That small voice in my head was saying, you know there is more to it than just a medical condition.
Shut the hell up please.
Just then, my phone started ringing. It was Daisy.
Should I still tell her about all these things? I wasn't so sure anymore. He could be real.
I picked up the call.