MicroHorror

Garner woke in the dark, his mouth dry to the point of being torturous. The air was dank and still.

It was happening again. Just as before, he was fully dressed and lying on a soft bed. He raised his arm slowly, only to hear his bones creak; the sound was eerie in the darkness and his hand would only move a few scant inches. He tried raising his leg and met with similar results. There was no pain; there never was.

He remembered reading about something called sleep paralysis and wondered if he was experiencing it firsthand. Garner tried to sit up and was unable to do so. Frustrated, he thrashed about as best he could.

“Did you hear that?” said Sarah

“No. What was it?” said Jackson. He was getting impatient.

“It sounded like a banging noise…”

“Look, just leave the flowers on his grave and let’s go. I don’t know why you still do this to yourself. Garner’s been dead for fifteen years–it’s time to move on.”