My story begins when I was 16, young, dumb and sick, I guess you could say. At that point in my life I was starting down the wrong path. My father and I never got along, and as I got older it got worse. We had gotten into an fight, and I decided to commit suicide. I don't remember what kind of pills I took, but I know there was at least 25 of them in the bottle.
The fight had resulted in my father calling the cops, and me hiding. My parents home has 3 bedrooms, and my mother decided to hide me in the guess room. I was fairy tiny so she was able to cover my body with blankets, I was unnoticeable to the the nake eye. She turned the lights off, left the room and left the door slightly open. She did that so my father wouldn't suspect that I was still in the house. He seen me walk into the woods behind my home, but he didn't see when I returned.
As the pills started to kick in, I started drifting in and out of sleep. I remember waking up, and feeling like I was tied down to the bed. I tried screaming for my mom, but I couldn't. I tried getting up, but I couldn't move my body, it felt like I had a ton of weight sitting on me. I fought and fought, until I was able to pick my head up. There at the end of my bed was a full figure black shadow. It was paced back and forth at the end of the bed.
I wasn't scared of it, cause to me it looked like my grandfather who had passed 5 years earlier. It looked like it was smoking a cigarette as it paced back and forth. I dropped my head back down and looked up to the ceiling. I felt my heart struggling to beat, it had slowed down so much that I felt it would stop any moment. I was ready for death, and death was ready for me. Why else was the black shadow pacing at the end of my bed.
I fell back to sleep needless to say, but when I woke up it only got worse. Once again I couldn't move or couldn't speak. I laid there in amazement as to what over me. Above me I could see two beautiful angels flying over me, they were circling me. There was bright white glow around them, I couldn't believe my eyes. I forced my self once again to pick my head up, and yes the black shadow was still there. Except now he was just standing still looking at me. I tried screaming for my mom, but nothing came out. I tried getting up, but I couldn't. I don't know how I did it, but I was able to reach a tap lamp on the night stand. I struggled to get the light on, and when it finally came on everything disappeared.
I fell back to sleep once again, only to wake up in darkness again. My heart was beating very slowly, my body still felt strapped down to the bed, and there they were. My angel was still over me, and the black shadow figure was still at the end of my bed. The rest of the night continued like this. I made it through the night, the pills didn't do what I intended them to do. My mom had spent the night talking to my father, and he had calmed down.
I spent the next few days sleep off the pills. When I finally woke up, I was uncertain as to if what I had experience was a dream or if it really happened. I asked my mom if she ever checked on me that night, and she said yes she did several times through out the night. She told me everytime she went in the light was on, and she'd turn it off, cause she didn't want my father to notice the light on. That's when I realized I wasn't dreaming.
It freaked me out, and I told my mom what happened through out that night. I told her how I believed the black shadow was my grandfather. She basically told me that it probably was a demon in the form of my grandfather, and it was there to take me. She said the angels where there to fight for me cause it was my time to go. All I know is since that night I've had a lot of encounters with other worldly spirits. Its 9 years later and I'm still curious about what happened that night. If anyone feel they may know, I'm open to your explanation.