I am a newcomer to this site, but I have been reading here for quite awhile. I finally was able to get enough courage to share my experiences. Before I begin my first experience, here's some background of me. I have lived in California practically all my life. Never left the U.S., and even more amazing, I lived in the same house for all 20 years of my life. Now I have never witnessed any apparitions in my home. So I don't believe that my house is 100% haunted. However strange and unexplained things do happen.
Now here's some more back story.
When I was younger, my grandfather died. He died in the very house itself. We had a bed for him in the living room, and everyone in my family stood by his side. Eventually my grandfather did die. I was around 14 or 15 years old that time. It was a very sad event for the family and until this day we still talk about it. Now the reason I am saying all this, is because after my grandfather died, I started to suffer night after night of sleep paralyzes. Every time, at night, as I'm sleeping, my mind would tell me something was wrong. When I wake up, I would feel something pressing me down. Breathing would get very hard to do, and I couldn't move anything. All I could do most of the time was move my head left to right.
For the first few weeks after my grandfather's death, I would get SP every night. Then after some time, the attacks (for lack of a better word) became less and less. Now I became used to it, however one night will stay in my head forever. This night, which happened 8 months after my grandfather's death, I suffered another attack of SP. I would always be half awake during these attacks. As I was trying to snap out of it, (again all I could do was move my head left to right) I noticed a figure standing near my bed. It was completely dark, no features. But I was so set on freeing myself from the attack, that I was convinced the person was of flesh and blood. For some reason I thought it was my uncle Freddy. My uncle slept in the living room, which was not far from my room.
I remember calling out to him. Asking "Uncle Freddy, Uncle Freddy help..."
After I said that, the figure came toward me. I began to feel very afraid. I then told myself this person was not my uncle. The figure came toward me even more, and that's when I started to panic. I wanted to move, but I was still pinned down. I wanted to scream but I just made weird moaning sounds. The figure was already next to my bed, and before anything else happen, I blacked out. When I woke up, it was morning; I was sweating and moving again.
I'm not very sure if what happened was a dream. It felt too real and I normally don't wake up sweating. I even when to my uncle and ask him if he was in my room last night. And he said no. So who was in my room last night? I'm still not sure.