Hannah Foster was lying in bed with her eyes open. She could see by the clock that it was 3am, but something was very wrong - she couldn't move a muscle of her body. Even worse, she could sense something pressing down on her and she was struggling to breathe.
Consumed by panic, she tried to scream, but nothing happened.
It felt like a nightmare, but she knew that it wasn't, because she was too alert and she recognised her green flowery duvet and the wooden floor of her room.
I woke up to find a demon at the end of my bed: One woman's terrifying account of a sleep disorder that afflicts millions
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Seeded on Wed Dec 9, 2009 4:52 PM
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