"My Sleep Paralysis Demon is Actually A Pretty Chill Guy" Creepypasta | Scary Stories from nosleep

my first memory of sleep paralysis happened when i was 10 years old i remember because it was the night my parents took me to see shrek 2 for getting good grades on my report card it was an evening show so we got home late and my mom tucked me straight into bed it was around 4am when i woke up the light from my alarm clock told me that much i couldn't feel anything not my pajamas against my skin or the warmth of my head against the pillow i could feel my arms and legs but they felt heavy as if a great weight was holding them down i tried to call out but i couldn't my voice caught in my throat my lips unable to move i mustered a weak groan that sounded like a cross between a frog's croak and a zombie's moan but that was it i thought i was dead that this was what death feels like being awake but unable to move or tell anyone my mind wrestled with the idea of being placed in a coffin unable to tell anyone i was still alive in here unable to move for say anything as the lid closed and they put me in the ground still alive my fear subsided as i felt my heart flooding in my chest in response to my near panic attack i also became aware of my breathing which slowed as the fear subsided i calmed a little thinking it was just a dream that was when i saw him for the first time mr brown stick legs he huddled in the corner of the room by my closet his two oversized red eyes glowed in the dark of my bedroom his face was like a porcelain mask white expressionless with no mouth or nose only those two haunting red eyes when he stood up his body unfolded like origami until his head reached the ceiling his neck bent tilting forward as his true height was greater than the height of my room his long black torso was covered in shimmering symbols that reflected red in the light of his glowing eyes he stood on two spindly thin legs that disappeared into the shadows of the room he made no noise as he moved seeming to glide as he hovered closer to my bed his long thin arms reached down to me as i moaned through paralyzed lips i could not scream even though i very much wanted to his fingers reaching through the darkness down to my face two pointed fingers touched against my eyelids pushing them closed i remember his fingertips feeling cool but not cold even though the ends of his fingertips looked sharp his touch was gentle do not struggle little one sleep sleep his voice was so low i could feel it in my chest when he spoke i did as instructed convincing myself that it was indeed a dream but even if it wasn't the back of my eyelids were more reassuring than looking into those piercing red eyes in his vacant mask of a face i closed my eyes wanting it to be a dream willing it to be a dream i woke up the next morning thankfully able to move walk and talk i explained what i saw to my parents who both agreed that it was a dream my mom tried floating the idea that something from shrek 2 scared me but neither my dad or i bought it for confirmation dad asked that i draw a picture of what i saw for them as i was drawing i ran out of black crayon and had to finish his legs with the next darkest color in the crayon box hey there mr brown stick legs my dad said as i handed him the drawing you leave my son alone now you're here this is how my sleep paralysis demon ended up with the name mr brown stick legs giving him a silly name helped take some of the edge off of going to bed the following night my dad even did a sweep of the room calling out for him here mr brown stick legs he said whistling as if he were calling a dog it made me giggle and the whole episode felt more fun than scary but once they tucked me in and turned off the light i felt the dread creeping back in darkness hits harder when you expect to find something lurking in the shadows i don't know how long i searched but i eventually fell asleep in the weeks following i searched for mr brown stick legs every night as i fell asleep even when i went to sleepovers i would do a cursory check in case he tagged along to a friend's house as time passed my searches became less frequent it was a couple months later the night before my first day of fifth grade when i woke up to mr brown's stick legs straddled over my bed his empty plate of a face inches from my own a scream stuck in my throat coming out sounding like a gush of air releasing from a pool float hush child he said his voice was deep i didn't know how he spoke without a mouth but i heard him nonetheless i saw that he held a piece of paper in his thin fingers crumpled on the edges and torn he held it up to show me on the page was a pink blob with blue dots for eyes and a droll red smile with stick lines for legs and arms it was lying on a blue rectangle i found this picture you drew of me so i drew a picture of you do you like it i tried nodding but i couldn't move i tried answering but all that came out was the same dry croaking sound will you draw another one for me i so liked the first one you gave me pants i looked good in pants again i was unable to respond or move to give him an answer he must have been able to read my intent because he tucked the picture under my pillow before closing my eyes again when i woke up the following morning i bolted upright and tossed my pillow off the bed my heart leapt into my throat when i found the picture it wasn't a dream he was real i went to my desk and began drawing a picture for him starting with his face and eyes trying to capture as much detail as i could remember i had forgotten all about the first day of school until my mom opened the door and found me still in my pajamas lex your bus will be here in less than an hour get dressed now startling me as i was coloring in his eyes i tucked my picture into my school backpack and got dressed i finished my drawing at recess that day using my brand new crayola 64 pack that i got with my back to school supplies i gave him blue pants this time figuring he'd like to see himself in jeans i wrote his name mr brown stick legs at the bottom of the picture and drew a smiley face next to it hoping he'd like his nickname i flipped the paper over to write him a message on the back i wanted to ask him questions but didn't want to anger him since he visited me when i was at my most vulnerable i wrote out my letter on a separate piece of paper before copying it over to the back of my picture mr brown stick legs that's your name my name is lex i am in the fifth grade what's your name how old are you do you go to school why do you visit my bedroom why can't i move when you visit you look scary but you also seem nice i hope we can be friends love lex ps i hope you like your blue pants i added another smiley face at the end of the letter my final emphasis on wanting to be friends i considered closing it with sincerely but i figured love was the better friendlier choice i tucked the picture under my pillow that night now anxious to see him rather than filled with dread of his reappearance but like the last time he did not return the next day or the day after the day stretched into weeks and every morning i found the picture tucked under my pillow from the night before it wasn't until thanksgiving break that i saw him again my eyes opened as the morning sun poked through the blinds of my bedroom his body didn't look any different in the light in fact his black skin seemed darker absorbing the sun rays without giving anything back his eyes seemed wider than before if he had a mouth i would have figured he was smiling in his slender fingers was the picture i drew for him hello lex thank you for the picture i do look good in blue pants i wanted to smile but well sleep paralysis he flipped the picture over to the side with my letter i will answer your questions as best i can i do not have a name not one you could ever pronounce but i am happy for you to call me mr brown sticklakes as for my age i exist outside of the construct of time therefore i am ageless i do not go to school nor do i know what school is how do i visit you i visit to feed off the energy of your soul my breath quickened as a mute groan exited my teeth i wanted to run wanted to get away from him but i was pinned down unable to move he sensed my uneasiness and tried to calm me by patting my forehead let me explain have you been to the ocean it appears vast almost limitless as you stare out into the blue water with no visible land on the other side in my mind i was standing on a beach i felt the salty ocean breeze against my face as i looked over the massive body of water the waves crashed at my feet i felt the rush of water over them followed by the trickle of sand and pebbles as the water drew back your soul is like an ocean child vast limitless undefinable by words to your understanding i take only a tiny sip a single glass of water from a vast ocean i am not one who could consume an entire ocean dark clouds formed of the water as i stared at the white-capped waves the clouds unleashed a heavy downpour turning the horizon gray as rain fell from the sky over the ocean just as the rain falls over the ocean your soul can replenish itself by more than i could ever consume not even in a thousand of your years does that make you feel better on the beach in my mind's vision i nodded in my bedroom he nodded back to me good as for your last question why you cannot move we are meeting at a point outside of your time where your world and mind touch your physical body cannot move here but if you persist you can learn to speak to me with your mind and i will answer your questions in exchange for your drawings you can draw pictures of whatever you like i want to know more of your world in my mind i nod it again this knowledge is a gift so we can understand one another more i am not one who would hurt you he pressed his fingertips to my eyes again closing them in my mind's eye i was still on the beach but the sun was setting and no stars were visible through the rain i drifted back to sleep to the sound of falling rain the next morning i asked my parents for a sketchbook and colored pencils they tried to hold me off until christmas but since i spent most of my afternoons and weekends drawing pictures up in my room dad let me open one of my gifts a week early a strathmore sketchbook with 100 pages and a 50-pack crayon of crayola colored pencils i started by drawing the rest of my family mom dad and my little brother tommy our cat libby and even though he had died our dog pancakes next i drew our house and then our car then my school i kept drawing anything i could think of trees birds insects until my sketchbook was full i used my allowance to purchase more books so i could keep drawing i honed my craft redoing my earlier drawings in greater detail my thoughts considering his wording i am not one who could consume an entire ocean i wanted to ask him if there were those who could but i wasn't sure if i wanted to know such things mr brown's stick legs didn't return until my freshman year of high school to him it wasn't like any time had passed i read up on lucid dreaming in the time between visits so that when he returned i would be better capable of talking to him he held my book in his hands flipping through my drawings doting over the increased refinement of my drawing skills i had filled a dozen sketchbooks and upgraded from crayola to prismacolor premier pencils for my drawing his biggest surprise was when after he complimented my drawings i spoke to him thank you i said seeing the words in my mind as i spoke them aloud if he had a surprised expression his eyes showed it you have been very busy child do you have any questions you would like to ask i hesitated but finally formed the words in my mind are there creatures who can consume an entire ocean he didn't respond right away which made me think i had not asked properly i asked him a second time he put a finger to my lips as if to shush me there are those who can they are known as the dark ones they are capable of consuming entire souls emptying them out leaving them dry and barren you should not fear them but you should also not provoke them his eyes curve downward as if concerned or afraid what do they look like i asked in my mind my visions were filled with images of great terrible creatures spiders taller than the empire state building on thin spindly legs of shadow and smoke tentacled monsters in the seas lofting blue whales like they were toys ripping them to shreds with their curved chitness beaks great ghastly flying creatures that knocked over orchards and forests with the beat of their leathery wings i showed you only because you ask mr brown stick like said but it is best that we don't talk or think about them let them be i nodded in my mind he leaned forward and pressed his plate-like face to my head as if to kiss me on the forehead which was odd since he didn't have a mouth then as usual he closed my eyes as i drifted back to sleep my life took a downturn during the latter years of high school my dad lost his job and when the search for a new one dragged on he turned to drinking to cope with his failure he wasn't abusive but he wasn't fun to be around either in the months following my parents would hush their arguing when i entered the room greeting me with smiles as if nothing were wrong that lasted until the day i came home from school to them fighting over a foreclosure notice from the bank we moved out over the weekend from our home in the suburbs to an apartment on the other side of town i internalized my feelings during that time i withdrew from my friends in school activities besides the art club the only one we could still afford i saw my friends driving to school and hanging out while i rode the bus too poor and too far out of the way to join in my taste began to change as well out was the bubblegum pop i usually listen to and instead i listen to pierce the veil sleeping with sirens and bring me the horizon my clothes changed as well more black t-shirts and pants my mom called it my goth phase not that she understood my drawings became darker too i moved from colored pencils to charcoal drawing skulls and gothic looking cemeteries as my passion for drawing animals and flowers waned i also drew the dark ones in great detail exactly how i remembered them in my mind's eye mr brown stick legs visited me again a month after we moved into the apartment he looked more at home in my room with blacklight posters and death metal bands than he did in my previous one not the vibrant red as they were before he stared at me as i lay in bed unable to move he moved inches from my face as i heard his words in my mind your soul tastes different now he didn't speak of my drawings i worried that he might especially since i had been drawing the dark ones not only drawing them but thinking about them and what type of damage they could do if they were to wake he seemed sad for me although reading his expression was difficult with no face he patted my forehead like before but didn't close my eyes before leaving as he used to my life continued its spiraling path like a bottle rocket with a broken stick my parents didn't talk outside of short conversations about which bills to pay and which ones to ignore each night dad disappeared into a bottle while mom disappeared online to chat with a facebook friend she knew from high school the thing about rock bottom is that it's often a disguise for a trap door that drops you to an even lower depth than you thought possible the first bottom came when my father died drove off the road into a gravel pit late at night with an empty bottle of bourbon in the passenger seat i cried but it felt hollow i felt hollow even when mom tried to hold me i felt nothing inside not sadness not guilt not anything i disappeared into my sketchbooks drawing even darker more disturbing images death dismemberment vividly accurate vivid sections of the cute animals i used to enjoy drawing my friends no longer talk to me which was fine because i didn't want to talk to them anymore anyways i found people to hang out with not friends but people who could get me access to moments of chemically induced euphoria to forget about life for a while and just like that the trap door opened dropping me to a new rock bottom of addiction one thing i had in common with my dad but instead of falling into a bottle i fell into a needle i stole money from my mom's purse to feed my habits not that she noticed she was busy with her old facebook friend who had moved from online acquaintance to nightly sleepover companion when the time came to begin my senior year i didn't bother going back i kept drawing filling entire sketchbooks with the dark images that reflected my bleak outlook on life the dark ones were prevalent subjects during this period of my life i drew them feasting on humanity raking flesh from bone in their jagged teeth behind lips of smoke i came home one night to find my mom and her new male friend in the middle of a fight it was different from her fights with dad more violent more physical when he raised his hand at me for trying to intervene i decided it was time to bolt i left home hitching rides with anyone with a set of wheels i could manage to put up with for short periods of time my preference leaned toward those with access to the chemical release i craved the more i could numb the more i could escape i found certain drug combinations had similar effects to sleep paralysis where my mind's ability to control my body's actions became severed in those moments of numbed paralysis i'd see mr brown's stick legs watching from afar as i dulled the pain i saw what i perceived as the dark ones too but they weren't hiding in the shadows like mr brown's stick legs did they were the shadows i called out to them as well for in those moments i wanted nothing more than to be hollowed out and empty a void so dark no pain could ever penetrate it when they didn't answer i called out to mr brown's stick legs but he would vanish every time perhaps it was all just a drug-fueled hallucination overdosing was never my intention i was pushing too much trying to find the edge of the void after feeling so low so very low searching for that something extra to filter out the background noise i took it too far giving myself a near lethal dose at one moment i was lying next to strangers on a stained mattress in an abandoned warehouse then came the initial rush of euphoric bliss and then nothing whoever i was traveling with at the time dumped me on the curb in front of an er making me someone else's problem this was my rock bottom moment although at the time it felt more like freefall i spent three weeks in a coma i was aware of my surroundings and could hear the doctors and nurses as they checked my vitals and tended to my cleanliness and upkeep but i couldn't move for sleep at the end of my third week in the icu on an incubator i looked up to find mr brown's stick legs hovering over me his round red eyes peering through the darkness what have you done to yourself child his voice spoke inside my mind in my mind i was beside him standing in the middle of a vast salt flat desert the ground was cracked and dry in a hexagonal pattern that stretched in all directions this is your soul now there is nothing left to drink i heard the beep of my heart monitor back in my hospital room speed up as fear entered my mind i called out to the dark ones i asked for them to come they emptied me out emptied my soul no child you did this you have not replenished you have only consumed now nothing remains i dropped to my knees in the middle of the salt as i felt a rumbling deep inside the hollow pit of my stomach i leaned forward onto my arms but they were no longer my arms they were pitch black and empty i could feel them but when i looked at them they were empty voids of smoke and shadow i stood up on my legs but they were no longer my legs the darkness swirled up my torso and down my arms the emptiness inside me consumed my entire body until only my head remained what's happening to me i heard a snap as my arms and legs split forming eight black spindly thin legs i collapsed onto them unable to support myself mr brown's stick legs glided down in front of my face his eyes inches from my own as i told you child only the dark ones have the ability to consume an entire ocean of the soul that is your fate that is what you will become back in my room my heart monitor crashed to a flatline i felt the cold darkness swirl up my neck to my head as the void consumed me all i felt was the cold consuming what was left of me help me i uttered please my physical body jolted from the electrical paddles but i felt nothing only the cold darkness a needle injected into my iv line as they recharged for another burst of electricity still i felt nothing only cold only darkness only the vast emptiness of the void mr brown stick legs tilted his head as he stared through his unblinking red eyes he leaned forward pressing his plate-like face to my forehead i felt a vibration against my skin followed by the tingling sensation of heat returning the darkness receded back down my arms and legs as he pulled back the red in his eyes had diminished a gift for the boy who gave me pants a tear formed in my eye it rolled down my cheek and fell onto the parched landscape below before i could say anything an electric troll coursed through my body pulling me away from the salt flat expanse and back into my hospital room the sinus rhythm of my heart monitor returned to normal i felt the cool gel of the defibrillator paddles against my chest i remember squeezing the hand of one of the attending nurses who smiled down at me look who's awake i cried but it was different than before i felt the pain i had long been avoiding but i felt something else as well i felt grateful and i felt a sense of hope i hadn't known in a long time it was a long road back from the darkness but the thing about the road to recovery is that like a road it leads to a destination after years of listless drifting towards the void having a destination was an important first step in finding self-love i reconnected with my mother who was struggling with her own form of the darkness we leaned on one another talking and going to therapy as we worked through the issues that drove us apart after my release from the hospital i moved back home with her her facebook friend was long gone i got my ged and used my many sketchbooks as a portfolio to get an apprenticeship at a tattoo parlor i've been clean for four years now and it feels good to smile again granted i still prefer pierce the veil to anything from katy perry's catalog and my tattoos and jewelry have more skulls than fluffy bunnies but that's all on the surface i no longer crave the darkness to consume me i often think about the vision with mr brown stick legs on the salt flats that night in the hospital i have not seen him since that night and i often wonder about the state of my soul since that day has it been replenished or is it still the dried-up barren wasteland that he took me to on that night last night around three in the morning i finally got my answer i woke up with a heaviness on my chest arms and legs at first i felt the grips of fear grappling hold much like the first time i experienced it but then in the dark corner of my room i saw a glowing red eye staring back at me from the shadows in spite of my sleep paralysis i couldn't help but smile when i heard his voice call out to me child your soul tastes much better now [Music] you

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Length: 27min 3sec (1623 seconds)

Published: Thu Oct 08 2020

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The art is rather reminiscent of old Iron Maiden album covers