In the realm of my many ghostly experiences, this one stands out as the most haunting and profound…
One night, I was immersed in slumber when I suddenly awoke, gripped by an alarming realization—I was struggling to draw breath. As an individual with several feline companions (a common trait among those attuned to the psychic), I was accustomed to their occasional tendency to perch on my face while I slept. In my half-conscious state, I attributed my breathlessness to this familiar scenario. A sage once remarked to me that if cats were larger, they’d view us as prey. Humorously unsettling, indeed. 🙂
However, as my senses sharpened, I discerned a more unsettling truth—I couldn’t budge, trapped in a chilling state of immobility. Adding to the eerie tableau, my own pillow appeared to be the culprit, pressed insistently against my face. Curled on my side, the pillow I had my head upon was inexplicably folded over my countenance. I surmised that perhaps a cat had inadvertently taken refuge underneath, but this proved an erroneous assumption.
A surge of panic swelled within me—I was both immobilized and gasping for air. The pillow wasn’t merely resting on my face; it was exerting pressure, bearing down on me. Summoning every ounce of strength, I managed a slight, hesitant movement of my head.
In a matter of seconds, the pillow released its grip, tumbling from my face. Standing beside my bed, a towering, slender figure greeted my gaze—a specter, a visage of “Death” draped in resplendent white. Cloaked in a long, voluminous hooded robe that shrouded all but the hands, the figure bore an air of ethereal enigma. Instead of a face, I beheld a spectral expanse of pure white.
In an instant, the figure lunged, seizing my bedspread and drawing it over my face, initiating a chilling reenactment of my prior suffocation. I wrestled with the dread that this entity sought my demise—I was compelled to act. Yet, once again, I was ensnared in paralysis.
Recalling my recent foray into studying auras, a spark of hope ignited within me. Summoning my inner strength, I envisioned an impenetrable energy field enveloping me. As this protective sphere solidified, I directed it with unwavering intensity toward the intruding figure near my bedside.
Suddenly, the bedspread was yanked away with a force that almost sent it cascading to the floor. Before my eyes, the entity recoiled, diminishing rapidly until it vanished from sight. Liberated from its grip, I regained my ability to move, hastily springing from the bed. Illuminating the room with every available light, my anguished screams echoed through the darkness as I grappled with the lingering terror.
For days, I was trapped in an emotional vortex, oscillating between tearful lament and unrelenting fear. The conviction that something malevolent had attempted to claim my life remained unshakable. Work and daily life were eclipsed by this haunting encounter. It took weeks to muster the courage to re-enter my bedroom, and even longer to sleep without the sanctuary of every available light.
In the face of this traumatic event, acquaintances wondered how I could endure remaining in the same space. My response? Evading malevolence is not achieved by geographical relocation; it follows relentlessly. This encounter transpired in April 2002 an indelible imprint on my psyche that time cannot erase.