I travel once in a while for my job. I had flown to California and was back at the hotel after work.
At about 3am I woke up to the grim reaper standing at the foot of my bed. He was very tall, in a hooded black as night cloak. I could kind of see some shape of a skull underneath the hood. He walked towards me and stopped right about at my waist, then bent over and smelled my body as if I was a roast. I could feel how pleased my scent made him, as if he had been waiting for along time to get his hands on me. That was when I started screaming but it only came out in desperate muffled sobs. He continued to take big deep breaths in while moving up and down my body from my waist to my head, each time raising up after and exhaling out in pleasure. It was horrible. I continued screaming until he just vanished. I felt as if I was close to death that night, and he was there to collect my soul.
I had taken a prescription benzo that night along with alcohol to fall asleep. I think I almost died from that combo. I was not asleep while that happened, the minute he vanished there was no transition time from being asleep to waking up. I was def awake the whole time. He was not there to pleasantly transition me to the other side either. I felt as if he was the hunter and I was the prey. Yes I've heard of sleep paralysis but this was not it. He was hungry for a soul, and seemed like some are more delicious to him than others. It sounds silly now, but at the time it was horrible. Why he would smell me up and down like that drawing in my essence gives me chills to this day.