It was early Saturday morning and the start of a special weekend. Jessica and her husband, Rick, had the house all to themselves. With the kids at her parent’s house, Jessica could finally slow down, shake off the stress and relax. This was the kind of kid-free weekend that called for glasses of wine and an uninterrupted session of chicka-bow-wow. There would be no whiny kids to claw at her bedroom door in the middle of the night with sleepy squeals of, “Mommy, can I have some some waaaa-ter?”
Jessica wrapped up her morning workout and climbed the stairs to the master bathroom for a quick shower before she and Rick headed out to breakfast. There was a tasty food-splurge on her mind: pancakes with real maple syrup, a side of bacon and maybe even a warm blueberry muffin to wash it all down.
“It’s carbolicious,” she giggled to herself as she mapped out breakfast. There would be no Greek yogurt and berries for her today. No way.
Rick was hanging out on their bedroom balcony, taking in the warm sun as he sat with his cell phone to his ear. His best friend was on the other line in panic mode about a suspected case of gonorrhea from a chick he met a week prior.
“Dude. What the hell? Have you gone to the doctor yet?” Rick rolled his eyes as he spoke into the phone. Jessica stepped onto the balcony. She had a puzzled look on her face about Rick’s conversation, but shrugged it off to plant a kiss on his face.
Rick looked up and gave her a sexy wink, which quickly morphed into an ugly-faced gesture as a massive whiff of Jessica’s post-workout fitness funk hit his nostrils. She lifted her armpit to shoo the funk in his direction for good measure, then pranced off the balcony with an over-exaggerated, hip-shaking booty wag that changed Rick’s grimaced face into a smile.
Jessica showered, then tip-toed out the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her, feet and hair dripping. She approached the edge of her bed, then did a backwards free-fall onto its cushy-ness in the spirit of a happy little kid.
She lay there on her back in a mind-melty moment of relaxation, listening to the sounds of peace and quiet. The television was on mute. There was a dog barking outside somewhere far off. Birds were chirping in the tree near the balcony, and she could hear the faint sound of Rick’s voice as he offered crisis phone counseling to his STD-infected friend.
Her eyes began to get heavy and she drifted off to sleep. It was a very unintentional cat nap that lasted only 5 minutes or so.
Eyes closed. Now asleep. And then it happened…
Jessica woke abruptly by the heaviness of something invisible pressing down on her body. This invisible force, which she sensed as someone or something — had her pinned down with serious strength. She could only lift her head, nothing more. She couldn’t move her body. Not her legs or arms. Not even her shoulders. Only her head.
The bedroom. It was foggy. Or was is cloudy? The room and the items it contained appeared to be in a cloudy mist. It was smokey and hard to see clearly, but there was no physical smoke.
Was she dreaming?
She lay there paralyzed, restrained by this unseen force. Jessica opened her mouth to scream out to Rick, but she couldn’t move her lips let alone form any words. It’s as if her vocal chords were being held prisoner along with her body. She could hear herself scream inside her head, but no sound came out of her mouth.
This was no dream. Jessica was wide awake.
“Rick! Please help me….RICK! Please help!” Her pleas for rescue went unanswered.
Rick was only a few feet away on the balcony, but he could have been 1,000 miles away. It made no difference right now. Her screams for help were absorbed into a black hole of silence where no sound could escape or even be heard. Jessica would have no rescue.
The “thing” would not lift up off of her body. Tears began to fall from the corner of her eyes. She remained pinned as her heart raced with confusion and fear. All she could do now was to keep trying to sit up and off the bed. She wanted completely out of that room. She needed to break free from this invisible, menacing force.
Jessica was relentless, but couldn’t budge. More sound-less screams. More tears. Heart beating a million miles a minute. And then finally…she broke free. With one final push initiated not by physical exertion, but through sheer will from inside of her own mind, she was up off the bed.
The room immediately re-gained its appearance of clarity, no longer cloudy and morphed. Everything was normal again. Her screams were now audible to the hearing ear. Her previously silenced voice escaped her lungs as she ran onto the balcony for Rick.
“Didn’t you hear me yelling for you?” Her voice was trembling. She was visibly shaken.
“What? I didn’t hear anything, ” said Rick as he stared at her with a bewildered look of innocence.
“I was screaming for you. I couldn’t lift my body off the bed. Something heavy was pressing on me. I couldn’t move. I felt paralyzed!” Jessica gave Rick an account of her entire ordeal, but he didn’t know what to make of it.
Was it an alien encounter? A demonic force? A state of limbo between awake and asleep? Perhaps a slipping of sorts into another dimension?
There are no concrete answers and no physical proof to confirm Jessica’s suspicions, yet she knows deep down in her gut it had been something other-worldly. Something evil and menacing had come into her midst. Yet having experienced this invisible evil, she found comfort in knowing there was also an invisible Good.