Me and my Night Terrors

Let me start by saying this: I don't know if these are real, or if this is just my subconscious loving to stay awake! Throwing nightmare parties and the only one that's invited is me. Since the age of 13, I would have these vivid nightmares(which I will detail in coming stories) where I am either paralyzed from head to toe or endlessly getting mangled and mawed by Shelly and Mr Nails ( will get to them in the future) from hours on end. While all the while... Him, just stands over me... watching, staring, and orchestrating this symphony of torturing.

Other times they would just stand. right over me, staring deep into my soul and heart. These, to me, are far more disheartening to me because when they torture me, they at least have a purpose. When they just stare though, It haunts me, even when I wake up and continue on with my day. Why are they staring? Their eyes pierce through my skin wanting to rip it apart but don't, for reasons I cannot explain. What are they staring at? Is there something even more insidious behind me... or something inside me that they want to bring out and let it play? The entity, Him, isn't standing above Shelly or Mr Nails. He, on the other hand, stands at the edge of my bed, watching over both of them and myself.

During my later teen years, they started to visit me less frequently. I thought my terrors were over. I thought i somehow beat them when was asleep or awake while sleeping. I was relieved! I was finally going to be able to sleep peacefully without being watched over by these so-called "night terrors". I didn't know what to call them or other people experienced the same terrible visions of the night like I did and still do to this day. It wasn't until I saw a documentary on Netflix called, "The Nightmare".

I was scrolling through Netflix one day and went to the documentary section to see what might be good to listen to while studying for my classes. I then "Him". A chill travelled from the top of my neck to my lower back. My first thought was that I was sleeping and he was back and I just needed to wake myself up. I shook my whole body violently. My mother noticed and asked what was wrong? I just stared at her and tears slowly began to stream down my face. She began to become more and more concerned about my wellbeing and came over and shook my shoulders. I wish I was making this up, but I am not and wish I wish I was. I stared back at the title screen for this show. I put my books into my backpack and ran upstairs and immediately watched it. I was terrified, I was emotional, I was... relieved. There were people out there that were suffering the same terrors I did for so long. That night though, they came back, and they were hungry... and they couldn't wait to torment me yet again.

I had to recall many coping mechanisms that I hadn't used in years to try to fight back these monsters and terrors. Finally, I woke up. Sweat dripping down my face... my chest pumping out of my chest... my brain screaming as it thought I was still sleeping. I needed to tell someone about this, and I know now that there are people out there. People who share the same experiences as me.

They say that your subconscious can never create new faces while you're sleeping. So then how did my mind create these abominations I call my night terrors that have been haunting me since I was 13? My answers may surprise you. Tune in next time as I tell you about my first terror... Shelly!