By Talia K-G,
I don’t know if this applies as a sleep disorders, but is a story that happened a few years back and I thought I would share.
I had finally managed to fall sleep. Unfortunately, I was having a nightmare, which I knew would only leave me drained and tired by the next morning. Lamentably, the nightmare only got worse when I heard a scream. It was a horrible scream, as if somebody was in danger, as if their life would end. And then it got worse when a second screamer joined in. My nightmare fed from those screams and grew stronger. I screamed, screamed as hard as I could, and then felt myself jump out of bed. I wanted to wake up, I wanted it to end, but I couldn’t open my eyes, and couldn’t stop screaming. Then I felt two hands holding my arms and wouldn’t let go. I kept trying to get away.
“Leave her alone, let her go!” I could hear someone say. And they did, they let go and I stumble back and fell to the floor. It took some time, but I was able to free myself from the nightmare and wake up.
My sister has her room across from mine. My mom often snores, and since my dad is a light sleeper and has to get up early to go to work, she sometimes ends up sleeping in the extra bed in my sister’s room.
That night, my mom had decided to sleep on that bed. Without turning on the lights, she went into the room and sat on the bed. She was extending the blanket when she felt something drop to her feet. Instantly, she thought a centipede was crawling at her feet. She panicked and started screaming at the top of her lungs. My sister woke up immediately, it was all dark, and her brain told her that mom was screaming because an intruder had gotten into her room through the window. She started screaming to help mom with the intruder (Yes, that was her idea of helping).
My dad, after hearing the screams, got up and ran out of his room, looking for the source of the screaming. He didn’t know what was going on, but saw me on the entrance of my room, screaming. He grabbed my hands, trying to make me stop and tell him what was going on. By this point, my mom and sister had stopped screaming and where fully awake. My mom told my dad to let me go, that I was still sleep.
Everybody returned to their beds, I went back to mine, but I didn’t get any sleep that night. And I got to say, that was the last time I slept with just my underclothes on.