This happened in the same creepy house we used to live in a decade ago.
It happened one night during a blackout, (or in Philippines we call it a brownout). I woke up in the middle of the night with my sister beside me sleeping and I can also hear my parents talking in the living room downstairs. It's not that sultry, just dark. I wanted to go downstairs but worried that my sister, being around 5 years old, would cry if she wakes up without me by her side, I just shrug off the thought and decided to go back to sleep.
After a few minutes, I woke up, I don't know why. I found my body was very rigid. I can't move a muscle. I see my sister in my peripheral view. Our hands are next to each other. I was so scared now that I thought if I could just move a finger she can wake me up if it's a nightmare.
A few more minutes I felt a strong force pulling me to the closet at the end of the bed. I tried to fight it with all my might but there's nothing I could do, like I said I can't move a muscle. I closed my eyes, tries to calm down and think it was just a dream, a nightmare that I just had to wake up. I tried shouting but no voice was coming out of my mouth.
When I opened my eyes, what I saw still haunts me to this day whenever I think of it. I felt my body moving, or should I say getting out of bed.It's just that... My physical body is still lying flat on the bed... I can see through my body. I see my self in blue form almost half sitting now in the bed but my body was left behind in my sleeping position. This is where I started to cry. I thought of my parents. I can still hear them talking downstairs. I thought how bad would they feel if they find my body in the morning, as a corpse. We are very close as a family. My sister, my mom and dad.
I thought of my dreams, how I was so young to die like that when I have so many things I want to accomplish.
But I thought of my sister the most. I was young back then and I thought, my parents will not be with her forever. When the time comes that they had to leave, my sister will be left alone. And I don't want to leave her without a family.That's when I prayed REALLY hard. We are not a religious family. We seldom go to church.
Then I just woke up in the morning, I instantly look at my side, my sister's no longer there. I rushed downstairs to find the three of them already taking their breakfast... As I sat with them, my mom asked if it's that hot.That's when I realized I'm soaking in sweat. She also said I'm really pale, asking if I'm not feeling well and if I need meds. I only brought it up years after we move out. They only said that house is REALLY something else.
Can I still call what I experienced a sleep paralysis? Thanks you for reading.:)