#forgottendares

I got a chance to try this dare after I woke up from a nap. 

No real major setup was needed as I just grabbed a large candle and matches from my closet and used the bathroom for a dark room. I blocked out all the light and made it pitch dark before lighting the candle. 

While nothing major happened I will never do it again because just no. 

At first, my face kept shifting. Which involved my mouth disappearing and eyes turning pitch black. This got really uncomfortable to watch after a while. At some point my face wasn’t my face anymore except I knew it was my face. I just didn’t recognize the person in the mirror. My features rearranged themselves into something different. Sometimes they were plain distorted and inhuman. I was going to give up around then because I was sorta freaking out except I kept going because it might be cool. 

This was when things got really weird. My features got really dark all of a sudden and I couldn’t see the whites of my eyes again. And then my mouth seemed to split as if someone started cutting it from one side of my cheek to the other. My eyes then seemed to start bleeding before my face melted away. 

The candle started flickering really fast in the background around this point and my heart was racing, 

I thought I was imaging the sound and ended up taking a peek at the candle. It just seemed so loud and the candle seemed as if it was about to go out. I wanted to try to keep going though except I just couldn’t stare at myself for more than a few seconds so so I finished up.

As soon as the lights turned on the candle stopped flickering right away. 

This is a story of sleep paralysis in light of the last forgotten dare that was posted yesterday.

When I was in high school and lived with my mom, I used to have sleep paralysis all the time. Nothing much ever came of it, save that I always feel, even in the rare instances that it happens now in my late 20’s, despair that I am never ever going to wake up again. However, there were two experiences I had that terrified me.

In the first, I became conscious that I was laying in my bed on my back, but I couldn’t move my arms or legs. I also felt like there was a big weight on my chest. I began frantically looking around my room, unable to turn my head either. My peripheral vision was enough that I could see through my door to the left that my mom was still awake in the living room with the TV on, and my bedside clock on the right indicated it wasn’t even that long after I’d fallen asleep. When I looked back in front of me, there was something actually sitting on top of me. I don’t remember what it looked like because it scared me so badly that I woke up completely, covered in sweat. But I remember the red eyes.

The second time was more alarming. It began much like the first. I was half-awake, trapped in my bed, around the same time at night. But instead of the weight in my chest, I could tell there was a very large presence in the room, and it was very, very bad. You know when you try to move in a dream or talk, everything feels like quicksand? It’s a thousand times scarier when you see red eyes that you recognize and an eerie, sharp toothed grin coming at you from the darkest corner of the room. I tried to flail, but my limbs wouldn’t respond. I could tell it was at the edge of my bed, looming over me.

And that’s when it picked me up.

Grabbed by an ankle, the presence hoisted me up, and finally my arms responded as I tried to grab a pillow, anything to keep it from taking me to the darkness. It lifted me level with what I assume was the face, and I stared into those red eyes again, horrified.

Then I woke up. I was still in my bed, clutching a pillow for dear life, and sweating like a sinner in church. I slept with my mom that night.

Hey everybody! I’m not dead.

Here’s my follow-up to this post. I had my alarm set for 2:30 am, but I slept right through it -- luckily the instructions said you can do this one any time, as long as you’re in darkness.