Miki'S Scary Stories (Based On True Story)
Sleep Paralyses

Time has shown at 10 p.m. I completed a routine study every night. The books that I originally used to do PR are now put in my bag so that no one is left behind tomorrow.

After all the equipment has been fully put in the bag, I went out to the bathroom to take the wudu and perform the prayer isya.

After the prayer, I continued the activity of cutting down the mattress to avoid foreign animals that can disturb my sleep. The teaching of chopping down this mattress has been taught by both my parents since long ago and is an excellent teaching because it is also mentioned in the teachings of Islamic hadith.

When I was sure my bed was clean and safe to sleep on, I immediately lay on it after closing the bedroom door, turning off the headlights and turning on the wall-mounted sleeping lights.

The atmosphere of the house was so quiet because both my parents were asleep in his room. I closed both eyes and said a prayer before going to sleep in my heart.

First, I lay with two hands on my stomach. 5 minutes later, I moved to the right side while hugging the bolster. Still not able to fall asleep, I again tilted my body and this time to the left. 5 minutes passed, 5 minutes passed, finally I gave up by opening my eyes again and looking at the door of the room that was closed tightly.

I wondered why I could not fall asleep even though my eyes were hard asking to be closed.

I returned to the starting position of lying down while holding both hands on my stomach. It felt like a long time ago when I waited when I could fall asleep and move to a pleasant dreamland.

Once again I chose to tilt my body to the right, hugging the bolster and closing my body to the wall of the room that felt cold.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1. I began to feel a different silence. It felt like I was about to lose consciousness. My feelings slowly relaxed and calmed down although I could vaguely still listen to the movement of the wind that entered the room.

Soon enough, the calm I had originally felt turned into anxiety. My heart suddenly started beating fast as well as my breath. Aspicuous...! So crowded!

I wanted to open my eyes but somehow this time it felt really heavy. I know what this sign is. My disease has long been, since my house was built into the second level of sleep paralysis or often known as sleepiness or rep-repan.

At times like this I get used to fighting it by trying to get up. I opened both eyes with all my might. Extremely heavy. Once open, but unable to hold on for long, I fell back shut. I opened it again now only able to one eye, then closed back.

I can't move my body at all. The tightness is getting so-so Back with all my strength to open both eyes, and it turns out only able to half open. But such conditions were much better because at least I could see what was in front of me.

My success in opening my eyes does not mean there is no challenge, it still takes tremendous effort to not get back closed because it feels like something is forcing me to turn back to close my eyes.

I'm holding on to a position like this. Trying your hardest to breathe air so as not to be out of breath and relieve tightness in the chest that whack. In my helplessness, I waited for my body to follow orders to move and wake up.

Moments later, I felt like someone was groaning all over my body from my arm to my leg, which was still attached to the wall. It was like dozens of fingers were pulling me closer to the wall of my room painted blue.

In the shadow of my head, there flashed a picture of dozens of pale white hands flailing through my body. I also felt my body twitching just as it was being forcefully pulled by some people.

I read all the prayers I knew to increase my courage against feeling threatened and frightened. The verses of Kursi, Al-Ikhlas, Al-Falaq to An-Nas are the most precious prayer for me. And also inwardly offer hope to God to help me wake up.

"Astaghfirullahaladhim's chat.. Abaghfirullahaladzim aposchland.. Abaghfirullahaladzim aposchland.. O Allah, please wake up and save the servant. Lahaula Wala Quwata Illa Billahil Aliyil Adzim."

I felt such a great desire to wake up as I said all the prayers of surrender in order to be given help from Allah Almighty.

Thank God, I finally felt one by one the limbs began to be moved. Starting from the tip of the toe, radiating to the calf until finally I was able to fully rise from the bed.

Fiercely, I inhaled as much oxygen. Sweat is felt radiating from the forehead down the cheek. My whole body was shaking violently.

I turned my head towards the wall that was the cause of my fear a moment ago. Blank. I could not find the shadow of the dozens of hands that felt forcefully tugging at me.

I also lifted my scroll to see the part of the wall covered with the object, and the result was the same. O Allah. I sighed while wiping my face that was flooded with sweat.

After that, I wanted to change my sleeping position once again. I moved the entire pillow towards the Qibla, turning my back to the window of the room that was already covered with thick curtains.

Before going back to sleep, I drank water that I had brought since the afternoon and placed on the study table. In preparation for waking up in the middle of the night because you feel thirsty.

I sat back on the bed. Once again wipe the face until the hair I push slowly to the back so as not to cover the face when sleeping. I lay down and closed my eyes again. I hope this time I can sleep well soon because I am worried about waking up late the next day.

5..., 4..., 3..., 2..., 1...

Comfort began to surround me. I hope after this I can really enter the world of beautiful dreams.

But my hope was lost again.

Silent and stuffy! Why does the room suddenly feel hot?!

Astaghfirullah, I'm back with sleep paralysis. For the first time, I felt sleep paralysis more than once and in the near future.

What is it with me and tonight? Is it because I forgot to recite the sleep prayer when I woke up?

Argha! I can't think clearly. My chest hurts a lot from breathing difficulties.

Wake up. I deliver the command to the whole body. The two eyes again had opened with great difficulty and were only able to half open.

I could look up at the top of the room and around me. Blank. I wanted to cry out for help so that my Mom and Dad would wake up and help me. But whatever the power, no one organ of the body will obey my will at this time, including the mouth. I feel numb.

I endured this situation while chanting the prayers, but this time somehow my fear was greater to the point of making me mispronounce a few verses.

My heart beats faster as if to signal something bad will appear. I really hope this signal is not true. Whatever the form, be it a scary animal or one of the invisible 'They.

In fact, my fear was quickly proven. I felt like something was moving from under the pillow that I was sleeping on, and I believed it was not normal because before changing positions there was nothing there.

As a result of not being able to move the body, all I can do is wait until something that is still moving stops and does not emerge until I am able to wake up from paralysis.

Something stopped.

"Let's get up, get up!" my door to the body through the mind.

My request came to a standstill when I suddenly saw two terrifying objects slowly emerging from under the pillow. The ends of the two objects were moving as if they were stretching themselves. A row of red nails are very sharp, makes me want to scream as loud as possible but again I am still in a helpless condition.

There is no other way but me who can only pay attention to two thin hands wrapped in wrinkled skin. His fingers are very long compared to human fingers. Likewise with his nails that describe how savage the original figure who still hid himself was.

I wonder what the two hands mean. What figure had that hand just intended to scare? If so, he should know that his plan worked. I'm so scared right now.

The fingers stopped moving, which somehow made my fear even greater. Then the two hands with pointed fingers were slowly moving down. Related to each other. My breath is getting worse.

As a result of lack of breath, and the fear that arises is getting bigger because the hand seems to move to choke me.

Getting closer...near...close!!!

Eventually, both hands touched my neck. Pain caused by choking.

"Oh God! Oh God! Abaghfirullahaladzim!Abaghfirullahaladzim! Astaghfirullah!!!Help me, O God," I cried in my heart.

As much as I can, I move my mouth to chant holy prayers. Although it sounds vague and small, but I am sure able to say prayers of protection.

...ya'lamu maa baina aidiihim wamaa kholfahum wa laa yuhiithuuna bisyaiim min ilmihii illaa bimaa syaa wasia kursiyuhus samaawati wal ardlo walaa yauuduhuu hifdhuumaa wahuwal aliyyul adhiim!

Oh God!

I sound like a man groaning. The pain is now accompanied by a strange heat. I feel like I've reached the limit of survival. My chest is getting sicker from lack of oxygen.

Lahaula Wala Quwata Illa Billahil Aliyil Adzim! Lahaula Wala Quwata Illa Billahil Aliyil Adzim! Lahaula Wala Quwata Illa Billahil Aliyil Adzim! Allahu Akbar !

My body woke up by itself. There was a strange sensation of turmoil inside the chest as if getting such a loud bang.

Not lasting long, I immediately tendered my body because I felt weak. My energy was drained due to the incident earlier.

"Oh my God" I said, squeezing a painful chest, the rest of the sleep paralysis. My neck feels so sore.

Then when I thought back to the presence of the two hands, I immediately got up away from the bed. Took roughly the pillow I slept with until the bolster and also the blanket. I just throw everything on the floor.

Turn on the main light so that the room looks clearer and brighter. I took a broom propped against the wall near the wardrobe, and I made it a weapon in case something creepy came back.

Because my consciousness had returned, it was no longer fear that ruled me but anger at feeling hurt by exploiting my weakness. I thawed roughly on my bed, hoping that whatever was now unwilling to show itself felt the pain of being beaten by a broomstick in my hand.

The chanting of prayer still continued to be said even though it was not hard for fear of waking my parents. I turned to check under the bed, looking for a figure I could blame for the incident. Unfortunately, there was nothing there but a little dust.

Once it felt neat and safe, I returned the pillow, bolster and blanket to its place. I glanced at the round clock hanging on the wall. It's 1 in the morning, and it's certain that tomorrow I'll be sleepy throughout the lesson. I'm not used to sleeping less than 8 hours and it's all the wrong hands that have been bothering me.

"Waqul rabbi a'uudzu bika min hamazaati alsysyayaathini. Wa - a'uudzu bika rabbi an yahduruuni." I say a prayer of protection from the letter of Al Muminun verse 98 and continue with another letter of protection. And this time I also put a Quran close to my head, just in case the disturbance comes back. I also put the broom by the bed, so that when I wake up I can immediately reach and make it a weapon.

I lay down again, closing both eyes. My mouth continues to pray for protection from Allah Swt., to the inner.

This time it felt more normal. No longer hot and stuffy. No longer feel threatened. Until I finally managed to move into a pleasant dream world.

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