You open your eyes. Great. You can't move. Another night of sleep paralysis. You look around at what you can without moving your head. You then look back and see a figure in the shadows at the foot of your bed. It's him. The demon you've tried to tell people about. But no one believes you. His name was Mephistopheles. The demon that comes when you get sleep paralysis. It's not that he's scary. He's far from it. He could kill you in an instant scare the socks off you if he wanted to. But he's fond of you. Really fond of you. He's basically almost in love with you. His feelings grow bigger each night he taunts you. And he's become worse than scary: Annoying.