Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27725700-20160203065731

 As he slowly opened his eyes, many thoughts filled his mind. Something was wrong, about his home, about the dark all around him. It was thick, but hard to see the behind of it. It was like a dark cloud surrounding him, unfamiliar. He wanted get up from the bed he was sleeping just a mere moment ago, but he didn’t find the strenght to. He simply laid in his bed, sheets beside him. Even though how much he pushed his body it didn’t matter. When he started to panic, his eyes opened wide. He wanted to turn his head around, but he simply couldn’t. When the panic grew bigger, he felt the weight at his chest. Something was there, something that lives. All he wanted was to sleep again. He wasn’t even trying to stand up anymore. He was trying to relax his muscles, forget about the ever-growing weight in his chest, the unfamiliar, rotten touch of air. He knew the name of this. Sleep Paralysis. All he was thinking, this name. The name that made him believe none of this was real. He held on to it. But still, he couldn’t relax. Then he saw the demon looking into his eyes. Those dead eyes, he didn’t know when did this thing appeared. The dark colored thing looked into his eyes, not even moving an inch. All he could see was this, it was only inches from his face. It didn’t Show any emotion, any movement at all. It just stood there, inches away from his face and just looked at him. He wanted to scream, he wanted get away, at this point he didn’t know the cause of his paralysis, was the reason that name he held on to, or just raw, simple terror? He wanted to close his eyes, but was unable to. Only thing he could do was to answer the dark, emotionless stare, that never ending, nightmarish stare. He was asleep at some time later. At morning, he didn’t know how he was able to even fall asleep. This experience never left his mind for the entire day, and popped up randomly at sleepless nights. When trying to sleep, he told himself,

 it was just his imagination.

 Imagination, another word he held on to.







 (Feel free to review it and point out any  grammar mistakes i made, english is not my first language so there might be several of them.)  