A Personal Experience By Olyvia
I was sleeping in my mother's room when I opened my eyes to feel a strange presence. My blood ran white hot with fear. I looked around and decided to follow what every nerve in my body was telling me to do -- so I screamed...
Only...
Nothing came out. Not even the slightest pant or gasp exited my mouth. When I was done attempting to scream I felt exhausted. I thought and whispered, "Okay. Okay, I will stop."
I felt my voice in my throat and tried to move to run out of the room.
I could not move; I could only lay there as my eyes frantically searched the room. There was nothing else for it. I did the thing I hadn't done in almost three years: I centered myself and pushed hard with my mind. My soul came out of my body, and I stood there at the end of the bed, watching myself squirm and be in fear of this presence that I could only feel.
I walked out of the room, screaming at anyone who might be able to go and help my panicked body, but no one could see, hear, or feel the presence of my spirit.
I floated back into my mother's room to reenter my body, and even though I was afraid I found the strength to slip from beneath this enemy I could not see. When I'd dashed to the next room and asked my mother if she'd heard me screaming for her, she'd told me that she hadn't heard a thing. She said I'd been asleep for hours.
My fatigued body and haunted mind proved her otherwise.
I was sleeping in my mother's room when I opened my eyes to feel a strange presence. My blood ran white hot with fear. I looked around and decided to follow what every nerve in my body was telling me to do -- so I screamed...
Only...
Nothing came out. Not even the slightest pant or gasp exited my mouth. When I was done attempting to scream I felt exhausted. I thought and whispered, "Okay. Okay, I will stop."
I felt my voice in my throat and tried to move to run out of the room.
I could not move; I could only lay there as my eyes frantically searched the room. There was nothing else for it. I did the thing I hadn't done in almost three years: I centered myself and pushed hard with my mind. My soul came out of my body, and I stood there at the end of the bed, watching myself squirm and be in fear of this presence that I could only feel.
I walked out of the room, screaming at anyone who might be able to go and help my panicked body, but no one could see, hear, or feel the presence of my spirit.
I floated back into my mother's room to reenter my body, and even though I was afraid I found the strength to slip from beneath this enemy I could not see. When I'd dashed to the next room and asked my mother if she'd heard me screaming for her, she'd told me that she hadn't heard a thing. She said I'd been asleep for hours.
My fatigued body and haunted mind proved her otherwise.
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