I woke up gasping for air. I couldn't breath. My mother woke up scared asking me over and over again what happened.
It was my sleep paralysis. Its getting worse and more constant. I can't take it anymore. Ever since my grandma died I would see things peeking at me or grabing me.
"Nothing I am fine. You go and sleep." I said assuring my mother.
But I knew nothing was fine with me. Then a lightning struck in my mind. I must go and visit a priest.