Ok theres a story behind this sketch (albeit a short crappy one).
3 years ago while sleeping, one of my dreams where suddenly cut off, and I thought I had actually woke up while laying on my back. My room was dark as it was early in the morning and chilly.
I turn my head to see this dude, pale as snow laying on his back staring at my ceiling.
I flip out and start to yell…but nothing was coming out of my mouth. I sat up as he turned his head to me.
His gravely voice hurt my ears as I tried to scream louder. ‘Help Me’ he repeated over and over again.
And the fortunately I woke up, in the same position I was in my dream and the room looked exactly the same also.
Looking back on it now im wondering if it was just a dream, or if it was something more. I have never seen him again.
TLDR: spooky shit happened this one time.