you're gently pulled from your slumber in the middle of the night, woken up by nell's erratic, heavy breathing on the pillow next to yours. she's told you all about her sleep paralysis before, but you've never witnessed it happening. until now.

she's lying frozen, wide eyes staring into the ceiling. she looks absolutely terrified, and while you know all about the bent neck lady, you see nothing when you look above her. her hand inches towards you in a painfully stilted movement, as loud of a cry for help as she can manage right now.