I had a prolonged bout of extreme paranoia around 2-3am for some reason. It's late and I'm tired as anyone would be at this hour, but for some reason for a long time, I was scared to death in my own room and I haven't felt that afraid in a long time. When you get tired, it's common to have some level of hallucinations. I was having visual hallucinations and seeing a dark figure out of the corner of my eye, right where my door is, and it scared the hell out of me. At the same time, I was watching a video on YouTube of a person suffering before she was tragically killed by falling from a building. I was so unnerved. I had seen disturbing images like that before and had become desensitized to disturbia somewhat, but because I was so tired and it was late, and with the hallucinations (both auditory and visual tonight), I was very very afraid. I was hearing people and footsteps and all sorts of noises outside of my window which weren't really there, or I was frightened by sounds that are normal (dogs barking and people in the apartment above me partying, making noise, etc) because I thought they were something else. At the same time, my room door was opened, so I just closed it shut out of fear someone (who?) would come in and be that dark figure I thought I kept seeing. It was really scary, and got so bad to the point where I had to turn on my light and actually believed that I was in a dream because of the way everything seemed so scary. So I just put on a calming record and looked at the Weather Channel, and now I'm feeling better. It also helps that my cat is here with me sleeping on the bed. If not, I would have probably cried in the corner in a fetal position for feeling afraid of the hallucinations. I've been this paranoid only once before that I can recall. I was living in Hartford, Connecticut years ago, and in a much smaller apartment all alone, no pets. And it was late, and dark, and I saw a giant house centipede just sitting on the wall, and it looked massive. I had a panic attack and paranoia at the same time. I didn't even have the guts to just squash it because I was hallucinating that it was larger than it actually was. It was so bad, that I picked up the phone to call the police to come and kill the bug, but remembered that where I lived had 24 hour emergency security guards, so I called the dispatcher to one of them instead. Then, I called my mother of course. That was again around 3 in the morning. The centipede probably wasn't really any larger than a normal centipede, but my eyes saw it as a large, venomous, snake-like creature crawling up my walls (and this is how I actually described it to the security guard when he asked what was the problem, I told him there was a little snake-like thing crawling up my wall). Anyway, I was so frightened that I flattened myself against the opposite wall in the room and started hyperventilating all because of paranoia over a hallucination that a bug was larger than it really was. So, tonight I had realized just how lonely I really am that I didn't have anyone to call and come around when I'm feeling scared and all alone. That's all.