The Morning I Died

Sky Rose By Sky Rose, 9th Aug 2016 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1bc5uydg/
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This is a true story of when I died. I know it sounds far-fetched but it actually happened to me and left me scarred for life.

The Morning I Died

I was ten and had experienced so much paranormal in my life that it had built a foundation of fear in my young life. I had anxiety and depression that weighed on me heavy but I was able to take it because of my youth and ignorance.
It was a morning like any other morning in my house. My brother was in his room producing and writing music. My mom was downstairs cleaning. No one else was in the house at this time.
It was either summertime or a Saturday morning because I remember the feeling of not having to go to school; it felt like an easy day.
I remember I had put on my clothes and laid back down in bed. I don't know why I laid back down; it wasn't something I usually did.
I was laying there and listening to the quiet of the house when it suddenly felt dark. My light was on but it felt like it was getting darker. I felt a presence come in the hallway outside of my room. I had experienced this before so I knew what was coming and I was afraid.
My bed had been made but I quickly unmade it and got under the thin pink cotton covers. I peeked from under the covers long enough to see a large black solid shadow enter my room. I quickly put the covers over my head and closed my eyes. I didn't want to see it but it was always trying to make me see it. It hovered by the side of my bed then it seemed to float over me and lay on my left hand side. It laid there on it's side staring at me and radiating so much hate and evil that I couldn't keep my eyes shut any longer. I opened my eyes and...it's eyes were filled with so much evil...it looked like a man but a man with legs that stopped at the knees. His clothes were tattered and filthy and then it spoke to me. It spoke in a language I did not understand but it felt like Ancient Hebrew or Latin. At the time I didn't put a name to the language because I didn't know about anything like that. His voice was so massively deep that I have not heard anyone speak that deep since. His skin was filthy and his hair was short, curly, black, and oily.
The more I looked at him the more I felt it's hate and evil; it was just pure evil. I remember it's eyes and I wish I didn't remember it's eyes. Tears come to me now as I remember that morning; as I'm telling you the story it feels as if I'm reliving it all over again.
It reached its hand above my neck and forcefully yanked. I gasped for air. I began fighting to breath. He was the last being I saw before my eyes rolled towards the back of my head but before I could feel my eyes reach the back of my head it got completely dark.
It was dark and I wasn't afraid anymore. In fact, I didn't feel anything. It was as if I was sleeping then in a flash I find myself floating in a white space. All around me it was white like a blank sheet of paper. I felt myself floating upwards but I was not aware. It's kind of hard to describe the feeling I had.
Like a light being turned on I turned my head and began scanning this space. This was not recognizable to me and then I started to try to remember what happened. It hit me I wasn't breathing. I DIDN'T NEED TO BREATH! I WASN'T BREATHING BUT I WAS ALIVE! OH MY GOD! HOW WAS I ALIVE AND NOT BREATHING! WHAT IS THIS!? I panicked! What had happened rushed back to me with the thought that I was now DEAD. I started to claw at the space in front of me. I desperately wanted to get back to my body. I NEEDED TO GET BACK TO MY BODY! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!
I felt a presence on my left hand side that helped me calm down and get back to my body. I got to a space in-between the white space and the space I once was living and then I was gently put back into my body.
It was dark again but I could breath again which made me relieved. I couldn't move my body and I couldn't see but I was relieved to be alive. I knew I was alive. I felt someone tell me to take my time. I slowly tried moving my head, hands, and arms; it hurt and was stiff but I kept trying to move.
My vision slowly started to come back to me like a camera lens coming into focus. I slowly began to see my dresser and night stand, my walls and TV. I slowly moved my head to look towards my window because I felt someone there. A man was floating in a long white robe with his arms flowing outwards from his sides and his face was like the sun. I could see through him and he watched me for a moment then he floated upwards out of my window and then I couldn't see him anymore. I have a strong feeling about who that was but I'll not going to say it because it's already weird.
My mom and brother would have found me dead that morning with no explanation. Well...they would have known what happened because paranormal happens regularly in my family. They would have had an idea of what happened but it would have been a sad morning. I'm thankful that God saved me that morning and that I am alive today to tell you what happened.

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After-Life, Paranormal Experiences, Spiritual

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author avatar Sky Rose
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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
11th Aug 2016 (#)

Ever felt what it is like when you really cannot breathe and are being smothered by a poltergeist??? Well You will know the experience, but honestly you do sound to be a very morbid person as a 10 year old. Must be sitting with shrinks as whatever age you are for your mental torture/ailment.

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author avatar Sky Rose
11th Aug 2016 (#)

Thank you Peter B. Giblett for approving my page. :D

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author avatar Sky Rose
11th Aug 2016 (#)

Lady Aiyanna I have not experienced a poltergeist but I know what it feels like to have something suck out my breath on about three occasions after the near death experience. At ten I was not a morbid person but the experience left me morbid as I got older and kept experiencing the paranormal. I am on medication and I see a psychologist. Years after that and today I suffer from post traumatic stress disorder because of all the traumatizing paranormal experiences I survived.

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author avatar Lady Aiyanna
21st Dec 2016 (#)

Check the third eye.

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author avatar Bets
17th Jun 2017 (#)

Sky, you need prayers and a hedge of protection around you if you can learn to pray, not only being thankful to God but praying to Him. Like that time He helped you, He will help you along the way thru your life. Thank you for sharing your experiences with us here. Nice job writing but could use some tweaking, or some editing. Overall, good job and I found myself hooked.
Smiles, Bets

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author avatar LOVERME
15th Aug 2016 (#)

s a d
get well soon
be positive lady

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author avatar Sky Rose
2nd Dec 2016 (#)

Thank you LOVERME

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author avatar Sky Rose
13th Jun 2017 (#)

Lady Aiyanna I have and I now know what has been causing the traumatizing disturbances.

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