One morning in my teenage years, I awoke gripped by terror. My eyes were wide open, but my body wouldn’t move – frozen from head to toe. While fully conscious, I had this creepy feeling that there was something sinister in my bedroom, a feeling that grew more intense with each passing second.
In this ‘frozen state’ I desperately tried to cry out for help – ‘Mum, Dad’ – but the words were trapped inside my throat. In horror, I realised a demon was now on my bed. It grabbed my legs and began tossing them up and down, while crushing
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