I am new to this but I felt I should submit my experience. I just graduated high school in a little neighborhood right on the city outskirts of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Earlier in the year, my cousin committed suicide by tying a slip-knot noose, attaching one end to the door-knob of his closet and the other end around his twenty-three year old neck. He suffocated himself to death.
Myself and my family included were incredibly heart broken, especially me, considering I had no idea he was depressed or that he had been for an extended period of time.
A little while later, just after his funeral, I was asleep in my bed. But first, let me explain the make-up of my room, as it is necessary for the story. My bed is pulled up alongside the only wall in my room that has a window. Hanging from the bar that holds my curtains are several of the scarves I have knitted over the years.
Back to the story. So on this night I was asleep in my bed when I suddenly awoke. The light of the moon and the traffic from outside illuminated the bar with the scarves, one of which was curling up into the form of a noose. I stared at that scarf--the only one that was moving or bending in any way, as my window was closed considering it was autumn and rather chilly--and felt my throat close up and my eyes tingle. I was scared and very, very depressed, more so than I have ever been. (I am a usually content and happy person.) The scarf folded into a noose and then I shut my eyes and fell back asleep.
The next morning I was shaken, but I knew I hadn't been dreaming because I never remember my dreams and this one was as clear as the windowpanes of my bedroom window. I never told my parents, because they are huge skeptics. I've told my sister, and she too laughed it off, although she did seem a little shaken as well.
Could that scarf have been my cousin trying to tell me something? I don't know, I'm no psychic. But that experience really freaked me out.