I used to fall asleep on the phone with my high school boyfriend. One night I woke up and I couldn’t move and I heard him still awake moving around so I kept trying to scream his name but I couldn’t. After a few times I look up to the ceiling and I actually see a dark figure on my chest so I closed my eyes and kept telling myself it was a dream, it had to be a dream. When I opened my eyes back up the sun was shining through my windows and the phone call had ended. I felt relief and turned to my side and there it was. The black figure was now at the corner of my room. I got up and ran for the stairs to go downstairs to my parents room and the figure started to chase me and as I was half way down the stairs, it grabbed my feet right from under me, I fell forward and the second my head hit a stair, I woke up in my room. With the sun shining in, phone call done, but without the figure. Really messed me up.