Date: 6/13/2018
By emmyloo
I’m back to having sleep paralysis semi-frequently, about once a week. Last night it was a man as tall as my ceiling, in an all white suit. He walked out from behind the wall separating the sleeping area in my studio from my kitchen and just stood at the foot of my bed for a minute. Then he was above me, to the left of my bed. He was laughing, reaching down for me. I sort of angrily yelled at him, “So you think you’re funny?!” I fully snapped out of it about halfway through the sentence. I wonder if my neighbors can hear me when I wake up shouting.