Sleep Paralysis Is an Inescapable Waking Nightmare

Once, when I was 17, I woke up in the dark and couldn’t move. I could hear, at least. That’s why I was awake to begin with: someone was banging on the front door in the middle of the night, insistent, sharp, angry. I could see, too. My eyes were open to the ceiling above me. My head, though, was locked into position by some invisible vise. I tried to yell, to warn my parents about the angry intruder outside, and the...
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