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Back when I was about 8, I remember going to bed just like any other night. However once I was asleep things got really messed up. In the dream( I think it was a dream) I was walking in my own house, except things were different (locations of things, colors ect) Then I headed down stairs to investigate a strange sound that I had heard. To my dismay I became paralyzed in the middle of the stair case. Then everything became so silent that it hurt, I try to get up to run.... Nothing, I cant move, nor breath. Then What appeared to be a demon of sorts (in the body of my cousin) materialized in front of me. It glanced at me like it was some kind of bird then pulled out a well decorated daggerish blade. Smirking it walked over then began to cut at my sides. Unable to move still I scream in my own mind. Then poof, he is gone.
I am still paralyzed, and my side burns as it drips. A few moments later I am able to move. The funny thing is, this time I was awake. I literally woke up unable to move, in the stair case. And yes my side had been lacerated.
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