AMANDA: This is a funny one, and it isn't scary at all.. trust me. :)
Before I start, let me show you the placing of my room.
It was in the middle of the night, somewhere in between 3am and 4am. Derek and I were sound asleep, with the air conditioner full blast.
Then, it happened again.
I normally off all the lights when I hit the sack and it was no exception for this particular night. I normally sleep on the left side of the bed, next to the wardrobe while Derek sleeps on the right. Like I said, it was approximately 3ish in the morning when my eyes snapped open for no apparent reason. However, I didn't feel like I was really awake, but subconsciously awake. It was then I have concluded that I had fell victim to sleep paralysis for the countless of times throughout my whole life.
Back to the story.
See the blue mark? As I opened my eyes, I saw this black short, stunted figure pushing my chair away from the bed. It was running and I could see the wheels of the chair moving. It was like an illusion of some sort because the chair was in fact, wasn't really moving anywhere at all. It was at the same position as I had left it before I went to sleep and even when that thing was running away with it, the chair was actually still. So it ran and pushed and ran and pushed and ran and pushed and then it stopped!
The motherfucker turned around slowly and looked at me in the eyes. All I could do was lay still and look back, unable to move a single limb.
Then the fucker had to walked all the way to my side. Well, I think it floated rather than walked. As it stood still beside me upclose, I stared at him with the corner of my eyes. My breathing was ragged as I finally got a good look at it's face. It had black deep sockets for eyes and a torn mouth with sharp razor fangs for teeth; all of it!
I estimated the height of the fucking troll, it's as high as a 20inches wheel. That was how short it was. The fucker was skinny, with a dirty pale white and slimey body with multiple tinge of blood red patches on it, it was hideous!
It just stood there, looking at me and that was all it did. It didn't move, didn't make a sound. It just.. stood there... watching me with a quizzically expression.
I had a sudden urge to grab it, and in a swift movement, somehow my limbs went free. I took a hold of it's hands tightly, not letting it a chance to leave. I tried to wake Derek up to switch on the lights, but he couldn't hear me.
The thing was struggling with me as it tried to pry himself free from my grasp. It's breathing was ragged and rough, I could still remember the sounds of the horrible wheezing and grunts. I looked at it, and it's face showed a sense of fear. That was when I know it was afraid, it was frightened.
I stared at this thing dumbfounded. As I loosen my grip, my hands were still holding onto it's hands as if letting it a choice to be free. Well, of course, the thing backed off from me and walked back to the chair.
Then the fucker stood in front of my bed once again, looking back at me. It slowly turned around, it's back facing towards me. Once again, the stupid fuckhead started pushing the chair and ran like it was doing earlier.
It was like a fucking replay and rewind scene. And what the hell was wrong with it, pushing and running away with my chair?! Motherfucker!
Ok, I'm sorry Manda..
Before I start, let me show you the placing of my room.
It was in the middle of the night, somewhere in between 3am and 4am. Derek and I were sound asleep, with the air conditioner full blast.
Then, it happened again.
I normally off all the lights when I hit the sack and it was no exception for this particular night. I normally sleep on the left side of the bed, next to the wardrobe while Derek sleeps on the right. Like I said, it was approximately 3ish in the morning when my eyes snapped open for no apparent reason. However, I didn't feel like I was really awake, but subconsciously awake. It was then I have concluded that I had fell victim to sleep paralysis for the countless of times throughout my whole life.
Back to the story.
See the blue mark? As I opened my eyes, I saw this black short, stunted figure pushing my chair away from the bed. It was running and I could see the wheels of the chair moving. It was like an illusion of some sort because the chair was in fact, wasn't really moving anywhere at all. It was at the same position as I had left it before I went to sleep and even when that thing was running away with it, the chair was actually still. So it ran and pushed and ran and pushed and ran and pushed and then it stopped!
The motherfucker turned around slowly and looked at me in the eyes. All I could do was lay still and look back, unable to move a single limb.
Then the fucker had to walked all the way to my side. Well, I think it floated rather than walked. As it stood still beside me upclose, I stared at him with the corner of my eyes. My breathing was ragged as I finally got a good look at it's face. It had black deep sockets for eyes and a torn mouth with sharp razor fangs for teeth; all of it!
I estimated the height of the fucking troll, it's as high as a 20inches wheel. That was how short it was. The fucker was skinny, with a dirty pale white and slimey body with multiple tinge of blood red patches on it, it was hideous!
It just stood there, looking at me and that was all it did. It didn't move, didn't make a sound. It just.. stood there... watching me with a quizzically expression.
I had a sudden urge to grab it, and in a swift movement, somehow my limbs went free. I took a hold of it's hands tightly, not letting it a chance to leave. I tried to wake Derek up to switch on the lights, but he couldn't hear me.
The thing was struggling with me as it tried to pry himself free from my grasp. It's breathing was ragged and rough, I could still remember the sounds of the horrible wheezing and grunts. I looked at it, and it's face showed a sense of fear. That was when I know it was afraid, it was frightened.
I stared at this thing dumbfounded. As I loosen my grip, my hands were still holding onto it's hands as if letting it a choice to be free. Well, of course, the thing backed off from me and walked back to the chair.
Then the fucker stood in front of my bed once again, looking back at me. It slowly turned around, it's back facing towards me. Once again, the stupid fuckhead started pushing the chair and ran like it was doing earlier.
It was like a fucking replay and rewind scene. And what the hell was wrong with it, pushing and running away with my chair?! Motherfucker!
Ok, I'm sorry Manda..
