In Wholesale Souls, Inc., I included a scene in which James, the main character, suffers (and I do mean suffers) from sleep paralysis. This is something I found out about in AP psych class last year and was so captivated by the idea that I wrote it into the script. However, since it had never actually happened to me, I wrote the scene from research rather than personal experience.
Last night I got my first taste of how terrifying sleep paralysis might be. I woke up out of a deep sleep and I swear I saw Dick Cheney darting through the shadows, coming to kill me. Luckily I got a big enough jolt of adrenaline that I could roll over and try not to think about it.
Let me say this: I was terrified. The thought of Dick Cheney sneaking up to me and killing me in my sleep is one that will haunt me for decades. The movie doesn’t do it justice.