The Nightmare Page #3

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Disjointed.

And he brought

the vibration with him.

It's as If

it was emanating from him.

And he would come towards me,

and I would just feel that.

Hear... hear...

I would hear

all the sounds of hell...

I don't know

any other way to put it...

and feel his awful vibration.

And I would have

a fight/flight response,

and I would completely,

you know, freak out,

and try to scream or get away.

And many times,

the intensity just continued.

I was very scared,

and I was upstairs,

and I didn't feel like anybody

was gonna get to me

If I screamed.

It's very dark.

And it scared me forever.

I mean, it really scared me

to the end of my wits.

And If anything

was gonna drive me insane,

it was gonna be that.

What happens is

when you're falling asleep,

You'll get an electrical shock

through your body

just as you're falling asleep,

and that's the usual indication

that you're gonna have

a visit that night.

Then You'll fall asleep,

and then You'll wake up,

and you're totally paralyzed,

you can't move.

Um, and...

There's static in the room.

And you're being visited.

They'll circle your bed,

and now and again,

They'll try and touch you.

The first one

is a generic shadow person,

which is just basically

an outline of me and you

on a sunny day, on the pavement,

on the sidewalk

in a 3-d form.

And the second...

the second entity,

which is the hat man,

seems to have a direct link

to them.

He's... he's a very

authoritarian figure.

He's very menacing.

He's very...

he's in charge of them.

His minions, so to speak.

And, um...

They're a team.

It's hell.

He's awful, awful, awful.

It all starts with that

electrical shock.

I have my two separate lives.

I have my life like

we're here talking about it,

and It's cool and I go to work.

Then when I go to bed,

I have this whole other life

that I have to deal with.

When it first started,

it was pretty intermittent.

It wasn't every day.

Don't know the age.

Around this time.

My brother didn't live

with us anymore,

and I had my room all to myself.

It's kind of funny

'cause I can remember

my bed had collapsed,

onto a box of beanie babies

that my mom collected.

My mom was a big collector.

And so my bed kind of pivots,

right?

On top of this thing

there's a frame,

the bed pivoting.

And I remember

the bed was pivoted,

on this particular night,

with my feet

closer to the ground

and my head higher up,

like a seesaw.

And I remember

the paralysis starts,

and I can see the door frame.

Like I can see...

I'm looking directly at...

you know, I'm looking at a wall,

and the door is right here.

So, here's a bed, there's me,

then straight forward,

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