Sleep paralysis Stories

It’s been happening for a while now, but each time feels like the first. It always begins the same way. A distinct scent that’s familiar, but I can never remember when I wake up. It’s powdery, a mix of spicy florals and something else. Sandalwood, I think. After the scent, I feel a weight compressing my chest. I can’t move. The room fills with shadow, and darkness closes in. I know I’m still asleep, but I’m alert and awar...