At night, you can’t seem to fall, asleep until midnight. Until….one night. You seem to’ve blinked, and now, you can’t toss or turn. You can’t move. You’re stuck.

Your closet door seemed to slowly creak open. You could only watch in terror as something steps out of your closet.

It was tall, and it seemed almost….cat-like. White gloves, a hellish black and red suit, with red eyes and….a scythe?!

“Well well well~” the creature said, grinning, his voice deep. “You’re looking for an explanation, aren’t ya?~”

You tried to say something, but you couldn’t speak.

“I’m the Grim Reaper himself. You can call me Death,” he started. “And now, you have sleep paralysis. And I’m your sleep paralysis demon.” He chuckles. “You and I are gonna get to know each other real well, aren’t we,” he pauses, then continued. “Darling~?”