"What now?" he moaned, rubbing his eyes, "come on, turn the light off."
Taylor just shook his head, even though Isaac wasn't looking at him. He eventually looked up when there was no sign of a reply.
"Taylor… turn the light off."
He shook his head again, watching the door.
"What?" Isaac sat up, noticing the sweat on his face.
"There… someone was in here. A second ago," his voice shook.
"No there wasn't Tay… they would have woken me up. You know I can't sleep when we have mice."
"That's because you watch them."
Isaac regarded his brother for a moment, and looked towards the door.
"I would have heard the door open. There's no one here, just go back to sleep."
"Ike I saw someone, they talked to me."
"Then what did they say?"
Taylor frowned, suddenly feeling that he shouldn't be telling him.
"I…" he began as his brother lay down again.
He shook his head and wiped the sweat from his face.
"I'm not going to get back to sleep."
He grabbed the nearby torch and got out of bed.
"Want me to come with you?" Isaac offered with a yawn.
"No, it's ok," Taylor insisted, pulling a nightgown over his shoulders and making his way toward the door.
Isaac watched as he hesitated before opening it, then turned the doorknob and disappeared into the hallway. Grumbling a little, he turned the light off, and rolled over.
Taylor was annoyed to find himself shaking as he walked down the corridor toward the kitchen. He shone the light over every nook and cranny while fumbling for the light switch. When he finally turned it on, he gave a shaky sigh, before going over to the table to sit down. The air around him felt cold, but he knew it wasn't. And he still couldn't stop himself from shaking.
He ran his fingers through his hair, thinking of what happened, not willing to cover his eyes.
"What just happened?" he asked himself.
He remembered the person visibly, right down to a hairstyle. It looked like a man in his thirties or forties, wearing some kind of coat over his shoulders and holding something. He'd seen the silhouette by the moonlight on the opposite wall… he knew Isaac liked to keep the window open slightly.
Biting into his fist and rocking back and forth, he tried to decide what to do. He couldn't tell his parents, they'd think he was mentally unstable. Unless he'd already blown it and Isaac would tell them that morning. He couldn't tell his siblings, they'd just tell their parents. His eyes began to tear, and he couldn't stop that either.
What scared him most wasn't that the person had been in the room or the whisper he'd heard. It was the fact that he couldn't move or speak out. He remembered trying to call for Ike and only a gasping sound coming from the top of his throat. He remembered trying to sit up, but he couldn't move his arms or chest at all.
He glanced at the clock, knowing what a sleepless night he'd had so far. It was already 4 o'clock. He frowned. He'd gone to bed well before that, and he didn't remember a dream. He realized he was thinking a lot clearer than he normally would at this time of day.
Suddenly, he remembered something a friend had told him a long time ago.
"It… they were standing over me…" the young voice rang in his head.
It was something a close friend had said to him around the age of twelve or thirteen. A friend describing a sort of nightmare he assumed, yet with graphic detail and worrying revelations he hadn't told anyone else.
"Sleep paralysis…" Taylor whispered to himself, saying it at the same time as the friend in his thoughts, "so this is what it's like."
He glanced around the room, soon eyeing his laptop in the corner. Standing, he made his way over, soon connecting it, and logging on to the Internet.
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