Something caught his eye and when he looked, he saw the grim reaper walking out of their bedroom with one of the kids in his arms, so he yelled out and he vanished. My Dad then ran into the room where the kids were, and there they were both fast asleep just fine. My Dad said he never felt so terrified in his life.
Death has haunted our family since before I and My Dad can remember, When he was just 3 months old his father was killed by his own truck, and by the time he was 3 years old his mother died, leaving him and his brothers and sisters. My Dad grew up in a very rough emotionally and physically abusive family with his aunt and uncle and house full of 16 kids. After I was born and around the time I was 9 turning 10, My Dads best friend( pretty mujch brother) died of an accidental china white overdose. It was a slow death with him being on life support, a few days after he died, Another one of my Dads & my moms really close almost family died in mexico saving 2 kids from drowning, the kids survived, he didnt. A couple weeks later my mom, brother, another close family friend/almost family and her daughter and myself went spent 2 nd ahalf weeks at a cottage.While we were up there the friends little girl kept seeing shadows of a ballerina on the walls and would talk to them. 4 days after we left, Her mother died of an aneurysm.. At the cottage the clock stoped at the time of her death, and where the clock was was where her daughter was seeing the shadows.. my mothers watch also stoped at the time of her death and both the watch at the clock havnt worked since. Within that year we had over 7 people die and ever since then all the good in our lives has gone.
3 years ago I was living with my mom and was doing out of school schooling.. I was home alone doing my school work when a reflection in the turned off television caught my eye.. It was the grim reaper, black robe, staff and all .
I was oddly not scared, he whisperd something quietly that I didnt catch, so I turned about to say what and he was gone. That summer I ran off to B.C with an a boyfriend at the time ( ex now) and his friend. Me and the boyfriend got caught up in heroin, I got reallly really sick (sware i was dieing) and finally made it back home, where I herd if I hadnt left when I did, I would have bin sold to the sex trade for drugs. Alot of ****ed up things happend out there that could have killed me, and Im now thinking seeing him was like a warning, cuz when I was in bed, sick and honestly felt I was dieing all I could think about was seeing him, all I did in bed was draw and write about him.
I havnt seen him since though I kinda wish I would, I keep my eyes,ears and mind more open now.
Edited by TheCarly, 03 January 2012 - 03:13 PM.