I've read on your website and on how people share their stories about sleep paralysis. On reflection, I also remembered something. “Something,” because I'm still not sure if it was paralysis or something worse.
I was about ten then. I went to bed and woke up from the fact that someone was breathing heavily in my face, and the breath was offensive, as if, excuse the comparison, someone ate shit. I opened my eyes and saw … like a silhouette of a man, but no face, just a mask, no eyes, no nose and a black cleft instead of a mouth. I wanted to scream, but something or someone did not allow me to move, and it was impossible to squeeze out even a moan.
Something stood leaning over me and continued to exude a disgusting smell. This continued almost until dawn, and then the vision dissipated. But the smell still long table in the room, even when I managed to take possession of the naughty body and got up to open the window.
Later I was told that an old man died in my room, he was lonely and no one needed, so his corpse was found after a long time, when the smell of a decomposing body began to bother the neighbors.
Taisiya Rubtsova