I had a crazy sleep paralysis experience. Had never experienced it before. But honestly there was no marker beforehand or after that made me feel that the energy of the house had changed or shifted. It was always evolving. I got the feeling that our place was an open door. And it was apparent that domestic violence was no stranger to that home.
My experience wasn’t particularly negative. My boyfriend had fallen asleep on the couch and I didn’t disturb him and went up to bed. Around 11pm I woke up with cramps and got up to take some Advil and get a hot water bottle. I tried watching TV in bed until maybe 3:30am and I closed my eyes, but I could hear the TV still.
Then I heard my boyfriend come up the stairs and figured that he’s just going to get ready for work. He does not head to the bathroom, instead he turns towards the bed and comes around the foot of the bed towards me. At this point I can’t open my eyes completely or speak, I can only make out a shadow coming around the foot of the bed. So I hold my left hand out. And I still remember the weather lady’s voice on the TV as this is happening. Well what took my hand was not his hand, it was a very small, very soft and wrinkled palm of a woman’s hand. And I hear a woman’s voice whispering in my ear, but it’s hard to understand over the TV. At this point I try to move, speak, look, anything. And I can’t. It felt like forever, but was probably a few minutes. I was able to finally move my knee and I opened my eyes. There’s the weather lady on TV and no boyfriend.
I head downstairs to see if it was him, he’s still asleep on the couch and it’s dark.
That house had hands down the most activity of any place I’ve dwelled. Something about that staircase. (Why is it always staircases and hallways?). Anyway, like I said, I don’t remember anything leading up to or following this experience that gave me a real reason for what had happened.