On Christmas Eve morning of 2008, I had slept in until about 11:00am but I remained in bed because it was rather cold this one morning and I lay in bed unable to fall back asleep. I was laying on my back and staring up at the ceiling fan when I decided to turn over onto my left side and I had only been laying there a few minutes when suddenly a loud knock hit the heater vent on the east wall behind me. This same knocking I would hear 10 seconds before the heater was about to turn on. The noise was of course explainable and nothing supernatural. But what happened in that very instant when this loud knock occurred wasn't explainable to me. I still have no idea why this happened.
Suddenly directly in front of my face in an instant appeared the body of a young boy. His body was so clear and visible but it wasn't in my bed it was like I was looking into a dimly lit tomb with candle light placed somewhere around the body. It was the body of a dead young man lying on a stone slab. But he wasn't discolored like a dead body. Perhaps he had recently died. His body just laid there but there was no sign of life and I couldn't see any external wounds. No breathing and no movement. And something else, he didn't look like a boy from this century. He had a high forehead an almost royal looking hairstyle. Dark brown ringlet curls framing his forehead but high up at least 3 to 4 inches from his eye brows. He also had tight curls matted to his head. It looked like an old world hair style. His hairstyle seemed ancient Assyrian or Persian maybe even Jewish. But the boy wasn't dark skinned. He looked European is facial structure and in skin tone.
He appeared to be around 13 to 15 years of age. From the angle he was laid, his form was at an 45 degree angle facing away from me so that I was looking directly onto the crown of his head and onto his lifeless face and upper body. He was a handsome boy but I don't remember seeing the boy dressed in anything particular. Since his body was at an angle away from me I didn't examine his lower body much. His feet were pointing in a north westerly direction as my feet were pointed to the North Wall of my bedroom. He was right there next to me I could almost feel the heat from the candle light or torch lights that illuminated the resting place. I could see every detail to his body and face and it was a very sad scene. This boy was dead and his body was laid to rest and I was right there seeing him up close. He was all alone. And for many seconds this vision remained there in front of me and then it faded and he was gone. I sat up and looked at the clock and it was 11:07 am. And who could that have been? Why would I see this?
Following this event I began to wonder if this boy was a royal personage and thinking that he could be an ancient eastern king who had died young. I began to research but couldn't find any definite links. However I came across a website that talked about Zoroastrian beliefs. And I found a passage that mentioned that there was an ancient belief that when a person died, that for about three days the soul of the deceased remained by their own body and this soul "sits right next to their own corpses head" and offers prayer and supplication for those three days. Could that have been my own self in a previous life? Or could this vision mean something else? I have no idea why I would see this. If I could get some insight from a true psychic about this strange incident it would really help.