I have experienced many things throughout my life, though the main experience that has stuck with me occurred when I was twelve. I was laying in my room staring out my window like most nights that I couldn't sleep when I felt the energy of something I wasn't familiar with. I turned and looked behind me to find a man with a pale face, black shoulder length hair and what appeared as coal with a flicker of embers for eyes. Dressed in a black button down shirt and black pants.
Startled I asked him what he wanted of me. No spirit ever came to me unless they wanted something or to try and scare me. He began giving me the numbers 3, 6, 12, 18, 24, 26 and 28 followed by "watch and see" then left. I wrote the numbers down and studied them trying to make a connection, with no results, putting my notebook on my night stand in case he came back and tried to go to sleep.
Two nights later I awoke to the feeling of someone stroking my hair. I opened my eyes to see him knelt beside my bed. He whispered the date 3/17/02, told me to be prepared and strong. On that date my mother was in a car accident. Thankfully she was barely injured but from that night on I decided to start writing down what happened on the dates that he gave me.
One night I went to a friend's house and when I came home my brother gave me the exact description of the man who had been coming to warn me. My brother said he was propped against my doorframe staring into my room as if he were looking for me, glanced at my brother, nodded and walked into my room and through my wall.
Mind you I had never told any of my family about him because they are highly religious (other than my brother and I) and I really didn't feel like dealing with their religious rituals of anointing my room and another lecture on not opening myself up to the works of Satan. So I knew my brother was telling the truth, even though I wondered why he didn't just come to where I was staying but didn't think on it too much.
A few nights later I had a dream that I was standing in a circle with what appeared to be me when I was about six or seven, the man and what I'm guessing was possibly him as a young boy because it resembled him so much except the skin tone and eyes were normal. In the dream we all took hands and a red candle appeared in the middle of the circle. He then told me to guard my soul and my gifts, for they were unique and desired by many and then I woke up.
I sat straight up afraid because it all seemed so real, to the point that I could feel the cold of his hand in mine and smell the musty scent of earth in the room we were in during the dream. I didn't recognize the room and there was nothing in it but us four and a candle. I felt his presence almost instantly and saw him standing in the corner of my room just smiling at me. Confused and frustrated because I didn't understand the dream, I demanded to know his name and what the dream meant, most importantly if he was trying to show me something. To which he laughed and whispered all in due time.
To this day I still don't know his name or what he is though I have asked multiple times nor do I fully understand the dream even though it's reoccurring. I will forever be perplexed by the man with no name.