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THE STAIRWAY I'M IN UR FUCKING WALLS

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Sleep paralysis is a realm of twilight, where the veil between the living and the dead is thin and tenuous. It is a place where the mind is ensnared and the body is held captive, trapped in a state of perpetual torment. Like a prisoner in a cell, the victim is bound and unable to move, helpless against the onslaught of the demons that assail them.

The demons that haunt this realm are myriad, a multitude of female figures that are not quite human, twisted and distorted in form and feature. They are otherworldly beings, their beauty and grace a mask for their true nature. Their smiles are like the glint of knives, their laughter like the sound of shattered glass.

The man who is plagued by sleep paralysis finds no reprieve from his torment. He is consumed by his own fear, lost in a world of perpetual darkness and dread. His waking moments are as terrifying as those in which he is trapped in his bed, unable to move or speak. Everywhere he turns, he sees the demons, lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce.

He is like a ship adrift on a stormy sea, buffeted by the waves and at the mercy of the tempest. His mind is a maelstrom of conflicting emotions, his soul torn asunder by the demons that assail him. He is a prisoner of his own fear, held captive in a world that is not his own.

And so he suffers, day and night, trapped in the grip of a nightmare from which there is no escape. He longs for release, for the sweet release of death, but it is denied him. He is condemned to wander in this realm of twilight, forever haunted by the demons of the night.

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