I’ve had sleep paralysis twice. First time was not long after my first son was born. My husband had left for work and my son was sleeping in the crook of my right arm, in the bed and I must have dropped off too. Next thing I knew I was wide awake but couldn’t move any part of my body (bar my eyes) and couldn’t speak! I was absolutely petrified and worried about my son as I could hear him waking up, I then realised there was a figure standing by the left handside side of my bed! I could just see a shadowy figure and felt it was a man, I thought it might be my father in law who had died before my son had been born and had come to visit to see his new grandson. Calmed by this thought I closed my eyes and must have fallen back to sleep and dreamt of flying around my lounge with father in law and baby son. Woke up convinced that said father in law had visited me. My son was still fast asleep beside me.
My second sleep paralysis episode wasn’t so nice and happened many years later, in a different house/bed. I ‘woke’ not being able to move or speak, I desperately tried to shout out to my husband who was laying beside me so he could help me but nothing happened, no sound came out and yet again I couldn’t move. It was then I became aware of the shadowy figure to my left hand, but felt a sense of relief when the ‘feeling’ it was Nan who had died 20 yrs earlier had come to visit me. In my minds eye, I could see a young version of my Nan, happy and glowing but then, such a strong feeling of utter evilness and malevolence crept over me, like treacle soaking into every part of my body, it was so scary, I could still see my lovely Nan in my head, but the figure beside my bed wasn’t my Nan, it was almost demon like and it felt like it was trying to invade my every part with its coldness and evilness and had used my Nan to come through. In a panic I shut my eyes and envisioned a doorway in my mind, with a huge exit sign over it and repeatedly asked whatever it was stood by my bed to leave me alone and go through the door. It did eventually but not before touching me on the chest with what felt like the iciest cold finger I’d ever felt.
I must admit that ever since I’ve had a cross pendant pinned to my headboard (even though I’m not religious in the slightest- don’t ask!) and I’ve never (touch wood) been visited again.