Doors Are Made for Opening


I cannot tell you when it all began. I have always been plagued by sleep paralysis. I have somewhat learned to deal with it, to recognise it for what it is and wait it out. It always begins with the need to yawn or speak, but my mouth is shut tight. I then try to sit bolt upright, but my arms and body are clamped down to the bed. Sometimes my eyes are open. Sometimes I see things.

Seeing things is always frightening. Tall, inhuman shadows that glare at me, grinning, slender clawed hands stretching until I fully wake up. Then there are the times when I awake underneath my bed sheets. I feel the weight of the things, as they kneel on my chest atop the sheets, pinning me down until I fully wake up and can move again.

This is normal sleep paralysis. I have read that people from around the world have similar experiences – the horrific sights, the pressure on the chest of the ‘victim’ – it’s all in the mind of the sleeper. All a more intense version of a nightmare. Although terrifying, I have learned to deal with them. The only thing is, I couldn’t find anything written about voices. The things talk to me.

Doors are made for opening.

When they whisper to me, it’s all they say.

I’d never thought too much about it. They were just my nightmares. In hindsight I wish I had paid more attention to the things. They did not always kneel on me. They did not always talk to me. But they did not always open my wardrobes and cupboards either.

The first few times that I awoke normally to find my wardrobes and cupboards open, I assumed I’d left them that way when I went to bed. The past four days however, I have hardly slept. Fighting insomnia the first night, I lay in the semi-darkness. That night the wardrobe doors swung violently in front of me, and I remained frozen in fear until the sun came up. The second night, I had tried – and failed – to sleep downstairs. Lying there I heard the wardrobe doors fly open once more above me. I had flicked the lights on and stood in my living room, images of ghosts or draughts or poltergeists or minor earthquakes wrestling for my attention.

You must realise, over the years I have learned to separate my sleep paralysis episodes and understand them to be nightmares and nothing more. You mustn’t judge me. But as I stood there in my living room, awake, I understood more than I ever wished to.

“Doors are made for opening”. The harsh whisper, so close to me.

It was only when I reached my hotel room later that night after running from the house that I discovered it. I’ve no idea when it was drawn, just a few lines – unmistakably a door – marked in charcoal on my chest. I tried to wash it off, but the stain remained. And it’s still there. I have been in the hotel room for two days now. Always with the lights on and always awake, except for whenever it was I must have succumbed to exhaustion and fallen asleep. I’m awake now, but I this whole ordeal is going to be over soon. How do I know? Because I can’t scream. Because I can’t move my body. And because the grinning things with clawed hands are now looming over me, whispering to me.

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  • Commented on February 10, 2016 at 4:22 pm

    I love this! I wish you had made some comment earlier about the author using charcoals, or the monsters holding thick, dusty charcoal pieces. But i did really love the end.

  • Commented on February 10, 2016 at 5:33 pm

    Love how it kept you on the end of your seat, but the structure and grammar could be better “They did not always kneel on me. They did not always talk to me. But they did not always open my wardrobes and cupboards either.”( that sentence made no sense to me) However the story is great thought you could have went more in depth, but I can understand why you didn’t. I do believe this story has ALOT of promise. So thank you please keep writing these tasty pastas

  • Commented on February 10, 2016 at 6:12 pm

    Noice suspense

  • Commented on February 10, 2016 at 7:43 pm

    this was phenominal

  • Commented on February 11, 2016 at 12:56 am

    Chilling. You have a fabulous way of keeping attention. Please write more!

  • Commented on February 11, 2016 at 3:00 am

    Honestly, this was such a good pasta. I loved it so much! Keep writing, dude.

  • Commented on February 11, 2016 at 3:35 pm

    A few typos, but cool!

  • Commented on February 11, 2016 at 4:47 pm

    not scary. not cool

  • Commented on February 11, 2016 at 7:54 pm

    I loved this makes me want to experience sleep paralysis.

  • Commented on February 12, 2016 at 2:32 pm

    Nice pasta.

  • Commented on February 12, 2016 at 6:43 pm

    This story is absolutely amazing! Keep up the good work!

  • Commented on February 15, 2016 at 2:39 am

    Great Story!

  • Commented on February 17, 2016 at 2:40 am

    Very nice! I didn’t really see this as a “twist ending” and it’s refreshing to read a story where you can see exactly where it’s headed, and that’s what’s creepy about it.

  • Commented on February 17, 2016 at 3:08 pm

    I like it

  • Commented on February 19, 2016 at 10:05 pm

    I thourghly enjoyed this pasta and I feel hat this “being” should write more.

  • Commented on February 20, 2016 at 1:08 am

    A few writing errors but the whole story was understandable! I loved it no wonder why you’re on the top page!

  • Commented on February 22, 2016 at 12:35 am

    Because I can’t move my body. And because the grinning things with clawed hands are now looming over me, whispering to me.
    I do say it is great, but above me is a spoiler and I want to know what they are whispering to him since it mustn’t be normal to write just that, also my old writing teacher, since I have a new writing teacher now a days since they transferred to a different school, has a pet peeve for a sentence with a period then a conjunction or sentences that start with because. Other then that it is a spectacular story that opens the imagination to wonder was the bumps in the night actually are.

  • Commented on March 1, 2016 at 9:04 am

    This is a good one i suffered from sleep paralysis ones its weird not being able to move waking up

  • Commented on March 7, 2016 at 7:08 am

    This is a very well written pasta, I would give it a 10/10, I can very much relate to this. One thing I must admit I didn’t understand was the ending, it just seemed that the author was re-summarizing the beginning if that makes sense. One reason I can relate to this though is because I have sleep paralysis every so often, in my dreams all I see are red eyes looking back at me and dark shadowy figures malevolently laughing at me.

  • Commented on March 11, 2016 at 5:55 pm

    Great story, very creative.

  • Commented on April 10, 2016 at 9:30 pm

    This is what I call creepy , probably because I have dealt with sleep paralysis and I’ve heard whispers before I sleep.

  • DaejaunPhillips
    Commented on April 16, 2016 at 12:49 am

    Good very good teachin me something

  • GamingDueist
    Commented on April 25, 2016 at 7:03 pm

    Very good

  • Commented on June 19, 2016 at 7:48 am

    very good pasta, i like the twist and how it goes

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  • Commented on August 16, 2016 at 3:26 pm

    I thought it was pretty neat and a really good read but I’m also upset we didt get to know what happens when the door chest is opened.

  • Commented on October 11, 2016 at 2:38 am

    Very nice. Gave me the chills!

  • Commented on February 25, 2017 at 7:18 am

    Very well written…kerp writing more. I especially loved the way you retained the element of suspense till the very end…loved it!!

  • Commented on May 2, 2017 at 2:04 pm

    Super sweet dude

  • Commented on December 13, 2017 at 2:53 am

    This story was amazing!!! I actually do get sleep paralysis, and I have seen things, felt things on me, so this story got me right to the core. I love it!!! Very well done, keep up the writing!!!

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  • Commented on February 21, 2018 at 9:06 pm

    hey vsauce micheal here where are your fingers

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