I have had countless encounters with the spiritual world. No matter where I live it is a matter of time before they show up. This is the most recent encounter.
Aug. 22, 2012 3am-ish
I have to tell a little back story first. I am allergic to smoke. The night of the 21st was a friend's birthday party at a bar with tons of smoke I wasn't made aware of. I did not bring my medicine. Needless to say I stayed way too long for my own good. My throat started to swell and cough. I knew I would start to break out in hives soon so we left.
My boyfriend and I drove home, stopping to get food first. We ate in the bedroom so I could take my allergy pill. Finally got into bed around 1 in the morning. My throat was still swollen but it was getting a little easier to breath. We watched a movie just to make sure I didn't need to got to the hospital. I thought after the movie I would be ok (2:40 am). It just felt like my body was going through the fight of its life. I haven't felt this feeling for a long time, it may have been the worst too.
We turned out the lights and I closed my eyes. Still apprehensive for my life, I heard the ketchup package on the desk make a sound. The only way I can describe it was as if someone was pressing their finger on the tin top of the package. My eyes popped open but nothing was there I could see, even though I felt a presence with us in the room. This sensation is familiar to me. I knew we were not alone, but I ignored him.
I was slowly drifting off but still coherent. I was still feeling very ill. Almost as if I could feel part of my life force leave my body. Also I got a strong smell of pot. I know very odd but that's what I smelled. (I am highly allergic too.) Maybe that smell was to make me fully awaken, I don't know. Seconds after I smelled that, my eyes shot open and I felt like the part of me that felt like I was dying, just got slammed back into my body. In that instant I felt like normal again. There was a figure in front of my bed. He was all in black. I could not see his face except where eyes would be. He was really tall almost, if not, 6 foot. He then just floats away into the window and is gone. I blinked several times during this to make sure he is there and he was. I didn't feel any presence for the rest of the night/morning.
I could not get to sleep right away after that. My mind was just reeling with what happened. I finally fell asleep. When I awoke in the morning I remembered the ketchup. I walked over to look at it and it would appear to have a thumb indent in it. I remembered all that had happened like it just did. Was he taking my life and it was my body's defense that stopped him? Was he trying to save my life by putting it back in my body? Just the feeling I got the whole time was not evil so I don't know who or what that was. My gut just tells me I owe them a thank you.