“Why do you look at me like that?” Asked my confused sleep paralysis demon, who is standing at the foot of my bed right now. “It’s like you’eve seen a ghost.” I could’t respond to him; if I could, I would have asked him politely to leave. He looks at me with a hint of annoyance,

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.