The first one goes way back.I've had asthma since I was real small. One day, I stopped breathing, and I was awake, but I saw my parents carrying me out of my room. I followed asking them what was wrong. My mom was crying and my dad was screaming,"Get to the truck! Get to the truck!".
I heard some thing behind me calling my name, and it was this little troll like figure, saying,
"Come play with me Melody, Come play..."
It scared me, so I kept trying to follow my parents. I remember running behind them saying wait for me. The troll kept calling me, so I turn, and tell it I can't play right now. The only thing is, when my parents got into the truck, I was still outside of it. They backed out of the parking spot, and started driving. I climbed up in the back of the truck, the troll thing close behind, and I got to the window, and just kind of, fell threw it. This is a 1972 dodge truck, so it doesn't have the little back window opening or anything like that.
After that, I remember waking up, and my mom was holding my hand, and she was crying, and she pressed my hand to the glass and said some thing, but I didn't see anything but walls of Lava and fire outside the truck window, then I remember waking up in the hospital, and getting a sucker, and a balloon. To this day, I'm not certain if I had actually died, or was dieing at that point. I was about 3 years old, because it was before my mom went back to work the first time. I asked my mom about it, and she remembers that day, but has no explanation as to how I could have seen them carrying me, or as to what it was chasing me. She said my lips were turning blue, and my eyes were glazed.
The 2nd experience I've had:
When I was about 15, I had my first bout of sleep paralysis. The only thing was, when I woke up to the fact I couldn't move. I felt this heavy breathing on me, and this loud, raspy voice yelling in my ear. I started crying. I was scared. At first, I thought I was having a nightmare, but as I kept trying to move, the more my body would hurt, and the louder the yelling would get. I heard my bedroom door open, only to see my mom walking through out the room, anointing the house; she then bent over me, and anointed me on my forehead, and left hand, then my left foot.
As soon as my mom did that, whatever it was holding me down, and yelling, quit. My mom anointed my little brother as well (we shared a room for a little while, since it was only a 2 bedroom trailer). She then, sat at the foot of our bunk bed, and said that it came into her room first, but she chased it out, and then started praying through out the house.
I told her what was happening before she came in, and she said that after anointing her room, she decided to come to our's, to make sure we were okay. She anointed me first, since I was right there at arms reach. She said that while she was anointing me, she heard it a few times yelling and cussing her.
I've had other experiences, but I think this is enough for now. I will tell the rest another time.