I had what I believe was the worst case of “Old Hag” syndrome ever to hit a human being.
It happened a little over a month ago, btw…
Also, about my room: The head of my bed is against a wall, the other three sides are open. Neither of the sides are against a wall. Therefore, there is space all around me. My room is the (furnished) attic, so it’s quite large. My bed is off to the left of the steps, on the opposite wall. In the middle, on the wall opposite my bed, are steps coming from downstairs.
I was sleeping normally and I woke up a little. I had SP, and I wasn’t too worried about it since I’d had it a few times before. But then… things went REALLY BAD
I think some parts happened when I was semi-awake and had real SP, and some happened purely in dreams. I’ll post parts that were almost positively dreams in green, parts that MAY have been dreams in blue, and parts that were possibly real in normal black.
First, I became aware of a presence behind me. (Old hag perhaps?) I didn’t see it, but I “knew” it was there and what it looked like, sort of. It was female, tall, semi-figureless, and EXTREMELY CREEPY >.<; This figure remained there the rest of the night, while the following happened:
[color=darkblue](I think I may have fallen asleep here.)
Shortly after I became aware of “the presence,” I began feeling INTENSE pains, jerks, and spasms coming from what felt like my brain and the nerves in the back of my head. This also happened in my arms. It was REALLY painful… After what felt like hours, I managed to move and jump off my bed. I don’t remember too well, but I might have caught a glimpse of the “presence” when I jumped. I landed on my head and it felt like I snapped my neck. I “blacked out.”[/color]
The next thing I know, I’m back in bed. (FA?) I think “Oh, man. It’s over… ” I walk to the middle of my floor to get a box of tissues there, and I see my dad start to come up the steps. (I had forgotten, he was on a week-long hunting trip 16 hours away!) I noticed that he had a HUGE, just barely wider than would be possible by a human, smile. I was back in my bed before he got to the top, and when I looked up from my bed he was walking over to me. Suddenly, he sort of “re-wound” back down the steps just barely to the point where I couldn’t see him. What came up next scared the HELL out of me. It wasn’t my dad, and it definitely wasn’t human. It was a semi-tall, extremely thin white humanoid creature. It had long figures, and its limbs were just as thin as its body. Its head was a pale, bloody stump. I clench my eyes tight, as both the creature and the presence close in on me…
The next thing I know I’m REALLY awake. It’s morning. I haven’t told anyone about the dream/Old hag encounter until now.