Confession: Fright

The scariest moment in my life occurred when I was around 10 years old. It happened at night. That night I was restless, sleep came uneasy. Probably two hours after initially attempting to sleep was I finally able to drift off into slumber. I don’t quite remember what my dreams where about but the must have been more like night mares. I distinctly remember sweating in my sleep that night and tossing and turning. Even so the worse part of that night had yet to come.

 I awoke on that still night in an almost trance like position. I was facing face up with my arms perfectly still at my side and my legs laying straight out touching one to the other. The room was pitch back except for a line of light shining under the door. Soon after realizing the light the door began to slowly creep open but there was no figure in sight in front or behind the door way who could have nudge it open. Shortly after I began to fill the print of finger tips slowly find their way up the sides of my arms and legs. There was an overwhelming presence surrounding my body. I tried to scream out but no sound would come out. The only movement I had was in my neck and eyes. I was trapped, completely vulnerable for anything to come.

Tears began to fill my eyes and just like that morning had come. The next image I remember was my brother staring at my frigid body covered in sweat and tears. My mother soon fallowed to check if I perhaps was catching a fever. I don’t know if this truly happened or was simply a dream broth on by the early symptoms of an illness or not but I do recall the sense of helplessness I experienced throughout this moment in life.