This happened when I was at the age of 15. I do not live in this house any more. My room was in the basement with a walk-in closet that attached to the laundry room, so there was two entries to it. During this time of my life, I was like most typical teenagers, just learning about boys, dealing with pressure of "fitting in", and I had started trying Ecstasy. So in other words, I was not happy and was emotionally affected easily. Everything was "end-of-the-world" attitude.
I remember always hearing many stories about sleep paralysis from elders and friends. Every story I heard was scary and they all said they see spirits during the attacks. I myself, had never experienced it before this particular incident. To be honest, one week prior to this I had taken E. I mention this because I believe drugs can affect one to run into things because it can cause one to be emotionally upset and imbalanced, thus possibly leading to opening a portal or giving bad energies to latch on.
So I was laying there trying to to fall asleep one night. I was in a normal mood this night, I was not in any way upset or scared or anything. Just a usual night. After about half an hour of laying there I started to feel nervous and felt like something was with me and standing in between my door and closet. I couldn't see it but my eyes were fixed on that spot (I slept with a night light then so I can see around my room). I was laying on my back but my eyes were still on that spot. It felt like I closed my eyes for a second before it started, and I couldn't move. I didn't even fall asleep yet. I think this thing knew I was terrified, because I was thinking in my head right away "Oh no. I'm getting that thing, the thing people talk about!" I opened my eyes and remembering seeing the left half of the room, (right is a wall), but above me was a black mass. I closed my eyes immediately.
The next thing that happened surprises me to this day. I tried to fight it for a couple of seconds, and out of nowhere I thought to myself "ah f it! I'm going to back to sleep"- and just like that it went away! Maybe because I have heard so much about it, I was expecting the worst, like an ugly thing with a face. I do not know where on earth the courage came from and why I wasn't peeing my pants instead. Another possibility is because I thought I was dreaming, and I used to lucid dream a lot. So maybe I thought "enough of this dream, NEXT!" Now I know nothing fights off evil energies better than NOT fearing it. Also I do not take E any more. I do not suggest it either. It is a chemical mixed with a bunch of poison that can really screw one's mind up.
Thanks for reading!