When I was younger, I always told my friends that when I was little I had seen a dark figure in my room. And I had. The dark figure never hurt me, he (the figure had broad shoulders and was tall so I assumed that he was a man) just stood there at the end of my bed. He didn't have a face, he was more like a thick shadow. He was big, about 6'3 and he slouched. He had wings but they were folded up on his back. For a long time, I thought it had been a dream, but it wasn't.
About two years ago, I was talking to my mom about this man that she was friends with that we were living with for a while, his name was Tom. We lived with him for three months and he soon got sick with cancer and died.
Anyway, my mom had been gone one morning and when she came home, Tom was sitting at the kitchen table crying. She asked him what was wrong and he told her that I had came into his room and told him there was a man in my room who was completely black with black wings (at the time I was about 4 or 5 years old). He was terrified for me because I was so little to see something like that. My mom took me to church and told our pastor about it. He told her that what I saw was a dark angel, or the angel of death, and that he didn't hurt me because I was a child, an innocent soul.
About a month or so after going to see the pastor and telling him what had happened, he died. And then Tom died. I guess that was a sign that death was coming very soon, and it did.
I wanted to share my story because I know there are people out there that this happens/happened to or their children experience it. It's real, I will never forget this.
I believe in ghosts/spirits, but I am a STRONG believer in angels. Whether they are dark angels or guardian angels, they exist.