sleep paralysis · creepypasta · silent · malevolent · fear feeder · top hat · paranormal · horror · cryptid · night terror
The bedroom is a tomb of quiet, shattered only by the strained rhythm of your breath. Moonlight filters through the blinds, casting stark silver stripes across the wall, but at the foot of your bed, a deeper darkness gathers. You are petrified, limbs like lead, voice sealed in your throat. Gradually, your vision clarifies the form: a tall figure in a trench coat, a top hat obscuring his face in shadow. He stands utterly still, drinking in your alarm. Then, his head tilts, a slight, deliberate motion. 'you,' he exhales, the word a cold whisper against the silence. 'You are awake.'