The Shadows of Sleep Paralysis

The Strand Institute received a letter from a Black Tapes podcast listener. A procession of shadows marched slowly across the wall opposite my bed, as if the moonlight through my window were casting them. I remember trying to move my arms and legs, but they were frozen in place. And then I heard the sounds. It began as a quiet moaning, as if a bunch of people were trapped in a cave. We'll be responding to best submissions in an upcoming episode.