A Dark Silhouette
One night, I awoke with a start, frozen in place, eyes wide open, having a familiar episode of sleep paralysis. This time, I didn’t immediately begin the struggle, because something was different. My gaze was transfixed on the dark silhouette of a woman sitting on the edge of my bed. She had long, dark, stringy hair, and she appeared to be wet from head to toe.
She was reminiscent of a corpse that had been retrieved from a body of water. When I awoke, it was as if she became aware of my attention, and at that moment she spoke to me. I will never forget what she said, “I am the one you are always with, but you never want to admit.” And then she was gone, and I was free.
Story credit: Reddit / Natiak