As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Sleep by A Fallen Crow | A Sleep Paralysis #Creepypasta Narration

Episode Date: February 5, 2022

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At first, there was no form, just a deeper blackness than the rest of the bedroom. I didn't sit up or move closer to get a look. I lay there feeling the weight of the blankets against my bare chest, I waited. I waited and willed the deeper blackness to disappear. That? Well, that was when my eyes began to adjust, and it took shape.

The form appeared, vaguely human, though I had no fear of it being a burglar. What I noticed first were the legs as it crouched on the footboard. It was not just that both legs were unnaturally long. it was more in the way they jutted out to the sides and doubled back beneath. This put me ill at ease in a way that I had not been familiar with before. I did not like the legs. As the darkness continued to separate itself into more manageable pieces, I could make out the edges of two arms resting on the crooks of the knees.

Also, too long. also terrible The shape of the head was harder to pull from the background It seemed Disproportionately small I closed my eyes I did not move save for the rising and falling of my chest When I opened my eyes several seconds later

It was still there Carefully I shifted my eyes to the right My wife lay beside me The blanket pulled up to her cheek, her hair spilling onto the pillow. Her eyes closed. I looked back at the crouching form and gingerly bit my bottom lip. The distance between my wife's softly breathing body and mine was no more than a few inches. Keeping my eyes fixed on the foot of the bed, I flexed my fingers on my chest and waited. After a few seconds, I slowly, I still,

Slid my hand down the length of my chest. I could feel my heart hammering against my sternum with the tips of my fingers. I waited once again and, once again, nothing happened. My hand continued across my stomach until I felt it drop onto the sheet beside me. As I began to inch my fingers across the distance between us, my wife cooed in her sleep and rolled away from me. I didn't see the thing's head move, but it did. I felt it. Every muscle in my body froze in that moment, as fear trickled through my mind and down into the pit of my belly.

I started the shape through the murk of the bedroom. It remained on its perch in silence. I assumed it was staring back. I squeezed my eyes closed and attempted to smuggle a fear. few pleasant thoughts over the brink of my fear and failed. That? That's when the sound began. I leapt out of my flickering thoughts.

My eyes snapped open. The hissing was soft, but steady enough. Dots connected to my brain. Suddenly it all made perfect sense. A gas leak. There was a gas leak in our house. an involuntary tension in my shoulders released all at once, and I sank into the bed.

This was something I could handle. Dangerous, for certain in its own right, but an ordinary problem. I needed to wake my wife and get to fresh air, away from the house, away from the clouded visions of my oxygen-deprived brain. Simple. Hesitance, now and afterthought. I sat bolt right up in bed and reached over for my wife.

Then, the hissing stopped. My eyes bulged. My mouth fell agape. My voice trailed off, ragged. I forgot about waking my wife. I forgot about getting out. The sound was not completely unlike that of a human voice, but something about it was off.

It was feathery, nearly a whisper. It was devoid of something. My mind raced to make even a tenuous connection. My stomach lurched, and I thought that I might become ill. It sounded like something. A child? Yes. A pleading child.

At the bottom of a deep hole. The hiss. It was drawn and thin. The latter part had a sharp upward inflection that was nearly sing-song in quality. Nearly, but too empty for song. I fell back onto my elbows and felt like weeping.

It started with the hissing again. I listened and waited for the shape to shift in the darkness. I waited to be attacked, murdered, devoured. The sound the thing made belied its presence. This, this was no child. This was something larger in size than any man I had ever seen. The distance between its elbows resting atop its folded legs easily bested the entire span of my arms. But though it was large, the thing was in no way some hulking mass.

It felt hollow and thin, like broken bird bones and needles. I knew then that fleeing was useless. I eased myself back down to the bed and began to tremble. I thought that I might die. And for a moment, I wished for it. A heart attack would end it quickly. And then at least I would not feel the first pinch as the fang sank into my soft flesh. I would be spared the bloody horror that would surely follow that initial bite.

Yes, a heart attack would do. Death, merciful, and quick. I squeezed my eyes closed and waited. I did not die. Instead, a silence fell over the room. This was not the silence of the forest before a storm. This was not the silence of diving into the deep end of a swimming pool. This was a vacuum.

I was a fool then, and I opened my eyes. The arms had fallen from their perch top the thing's knees, and lay limp stretching out into the inky darkness of the room. The head was visible only in silhouette, but something primal inside of me felt the mouth began to open. Through a series of contortions, the jaw became unhinged. That I did not feel. I saw it. The mouth continued to stretch open Until it consumed the entire length of the head

I could make out no fangs covered in bloody gore There was no guttural roar or gnashing of teeth All that existed within the gaping maw Was absolute silence Nothingness And that somehow was so much worse I screamed. There was no sound.

So I screamed again, louder, harder. My eyes bulged. My veins swelled and still, I screamed. There was no sound. The thing arched its shoulder and leaned toward the bed, and there was never a face. Only that awful mouth. and I passed out. Midday,

sunlight filtered to the blinds by the time I opened my eyes again. I turned to find my wife in bed beside me. She wore a smile of childlike serenity that cast out any lingering darkness within me from the previous night. She always had that way about her. The funeral,

it was a melancholy affair, but lovely in its own way. So this was once again the story called Sleep by a fallen crow. A neat sleep paralysis demon-style story that ends with somebody dying. If I understand correctly, I'm thinking the wife actually was killed by this creature. Not the main character. Really, really creepy way to write that. sleep paralysis, shadow demon thing.

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