I grew up in an hour northwest of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, in a house built in 1921.

I suffered from vivid nightmares and night terrors throughout my whole life, along with sleepwalking.

My father has told me that he once found me making a PB&J sandwich, and another night he

caught up to me after I'd gone down the stairs from my bedroom to the front door and had

unlocked it not once in a night, but three times.

I saw shadow people everywhere, but given that I had such vivid nightmares, I didn't

always believe myself.

I slept with lights on, a radio playing in a mountain of stuffed animals to keep the

monsters at bay.

Many of these figures were silhouetted outside my bedroom window.

My father built a two-story addition on the house, so my bedroom window looked into an

unfinished space with another window lined up with it on the new backside of the house.

Many shadows dance between the two windows.

As I reached puberty, I stopped sleepwalking, but I became more aware of suffering from sleep

paralysis.

The dream I remember most from a boat of sleep paralysis didn't happen in that house, though.

It happened in my best friend's house, where I was living after college.

By this time I had suffered from so many nightmares that as long as I was myself and my dream

sun wasn't afraid of anything and would just wake up annoyed that my sleep had been disturbed.

In the dream, myself and my girlfriend at the time, let's call her Alex, were running

from shadow figure that could not enter the light, very darkness falls of me I know.

We took shelter in an old lighthouse that not only went up into the sky, but also had

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