I jerked out of bed in shock, but not screaming this time. It wasn't a surprise that this would happen to be quite honest. But each time it happened, he appeared with it too. I didn't like it. Even if it took a thousand years of enduring, I'd never like it.    He was just there, standing, just standing and nothing else. His face more blunt than it usually is, and quick little flashes that came from the front of him. I remember him vividly—his hair up, black shirt, a chain, and no smile. I don't even question of why he's acting so cool, because of the obvious flashing lights. But after the dream is over that's when the reality of all this kicks in.    With as much force as I can get I attempt to kick myself up and out of bed, but there's this heavy feeling on my chest, like somebody's or something's sitting on me. I've done some research on this and some people've considered this to be the demon's work, but honestly as frightening as this is to me, the demon's work could've been more horrifying. Many don't even feel anything but the emptiness between and there's even been people with experiences of seeing all this terrible ghostly stuff, but all I'm seeing is a boy. And I'm not even sure if he's dead, or if he even exists. This whole sleep paralysis thing happens to be short. It's like a dream, and you know you're awake but you just can't wake up. All of your body is dead yet your heart is still beating, and then suddenly you just grip on something and you jerk up. It's so