I had this recurring nightmare when I was a kid where this thing that looked kind of like this (the Squidward painting from Spongebob, but this was before Spongebob existed)
except it was red, had big feet, and made out of blood, and the blood was dripping off of it. It was in a pitch black space, walking towards me with its cartoonishly clownish big feet, dripping blood. It never got any closer, just walked in place, to the sound of a trumpet or a tuba in the background. I can't explain the absolute dread this filled me with for some inexplicable reason. When I saw the blood monster with the big nose, I knew I was in for a horrible time.
I had sleep paralysis for the first and only time in Japan. I woke up to the sound of a crowd murmuring, except it was EXTREMELY unpleasant, as if instead of people talking it was a bunch of people screaming at the top of their lungs. I wanted to get up and lock my door in case something was happening outside, but I realized I couldn't move. I tried to scream and I couldn't. I felt a presence in the room, and I could see this woman with long - REALLY long - black hair, kind of like a priestess type woman, but with indistinguishable features except for her young looking skin, floating in my room, watching me, whispering my name. She was dressed in all white, baggy clothes.
I woke up in the coldest sweat I've ever had in my life, filled with dread. I put up some images of Jesus and Mary in my apartment after that - you know, just in case I was being FUCKING HAUNTED by something that looked like a mix between the death god from Naruto and the girl from The Ring - and it, maybe coincidentally, never happened again, thank God.
except it was red, had big feet, and made out of blood, and the blood was dripping off of it. It was in a pitch black space, walking towards me with its cartoonishly clownish big feet, dripping blood. It never got any closer, just walked in place, to the sound of a trumpet or a tuba in the background. I can't explain the absolute dread this filled me with for some inexplicable reason. When I saw the blood monster with the big nose, I knew I was in for a horrible time.
I had sleep paralysis for the first and only time in Japan. I woke up to the sound of a crowd murmuring, except it was EXTREMELY unpleasant, as if instead of people talking it was a bunch of people screaming at the top of their lungs. I wanted to get up and lock my door in case something was happening outside, but I realized I couldn't move. I tried to scream and I couldn't. I felt a presence in the room, and I could see this woman with long - REALLY long - black hair, kind of like a priestess type woman, but with indistinguishable features except for her young looking skin, floating in my room, watching me, whispering my name. She was dressed in all white, baggy clothes.
I woke up in the coldest sweat I've ever had in my life, filled with dread. I put up some images of Jesus and Mary in my apartment after that - you know, just in case I was being FUCKING HAUNTED by something that looked like a mix between the death god from Naruto and the girl from The Ring - and it, maybe coincidentally, never happened again, thank God.