This happened to me about a handful of times when I was in about 11th grade. If you have experienced mind numbing, painful, paralyzing terror than you will be able to relate to what I am about to recount. If you haven't my advice would be to try and remember a time in your life when you might have been the most terrified you could be and then try to imagine that magnified significantly.
I will shed a little background as to when this all began and hope not to offend anyone in the process. I had a friend - and for privacy purposes I will not divulge in any names - who proclaimed to be into Wicca. Now I am not saying that these practices are bad but I do believe that when practiced without a fundamental knowledge of what you are doing things can go utterly wrong.
Not far into our friendship she told me she had a deck of Tarot cards. Now, not really having any idea what these things were and not having the good sense to ask her or know if she knew how to use them properly I agreed to use them with her. She came over and we went to my bedroom and she laid them out on my bed and told me to ask them questions. We played with them for a while and before long I thought to myself "well this is a pretty cool game."
Now, I use the word "play" and "game" because at this point I had no other knowledge of what exactly I was doing. The fault is my own as I should have researched heavily just what I was getting myself into. Before long every time we got together we were hunched over the tarot cards faithfully. She also showed me a spell book her family owned along with a number of spells and rituals.
One school night she stayed over at my house and told me to keep the tarot cards with me. I tucked them into my sock drawer not wanting anyone to know I had them. Now that I think about it I wonder if she was trying to hand them off in fear. She had recounted hauntings and dark entities in the house they lived in and I believe that she may have let something in through her practices. After a while I gave the cards back as they scared me and our friendship soon fizzled out.
Not soon after this I was in bed one night and started to wake around 3:00 AM. I am not sure what woke me but what followed was one of the few times I have been the most terrified in my life.
I slowly began to open my eyes when my body lurched forward with the weight of someone sitting down on the edge of my bed. It was heavy and with my body facing the edge of my bed I realized no one was there. In an instant my body had gone rigid and I was unable to move. I instantly felt terrified but at the same time had the relentless urge to fight - for what I do not know. Soon the feeling subsided and I lay in bed too scared to move.
This occurred a few times after that to the point of barely being able to go in my own bedroom and definitely too frightened to sleep there. It stopped for a while until I believe whatever or whoever went for its objective one night. Why? I again do not know.
This time I woke abruptly to what I can only describe as an attack. Again my body lurched forward to someone sitting on the edge of my bed and as usual no one was there. My instinct to fight was even stronger now. Although from an outward appearance I was frozen in stone unmoving what took place from within felt like a fight for my very soul. Kicking and screaming deep from within I fought.
To this day I am not sure what took place next but I will try to describe it to all of you the best I can.
"You shall not enter!" Yelled a voice that could have shook sky scrapers into bits of rubble. It was a voice so beautiful and kind yet so powerful. It was a voice that could only be described as heavenly and still to this day renders me somewhat speechless. The voice was that of a man's that radiated age and wisdom.
With that it was over and whatever had been there immediately vanished - the fight was over. I laid there frozen and speechless for a time. I was too exhausted to move.
I researched the internet for a scientific explanation of what I had been experiencing and resulted in finding many accounts of Sleep Paralysis.
Whatever it may have been I will be forever thankful that I had a guardian there with me that night.