February 23rd, 1995. I had a terrible dream. I witnessed Death chasing a woman with curly, red hair. I remember in detail her bright green eyes. Then, as Death raised his axe, she turned at me and screamed a blood curdling scream. Then, although I looked away, I saw blood splattering everywhere. I looked back and saw a body on the ground. There were oceans of blood it seemed. I could barely see her body anymore. There was so much blood. I looked up into the eyes of death. They weren't red as in the beginning of the dream. Now, the eyes were green. There were no pupils and the eyes just looked like lights. I started screaming and screaming. I woke up and I could still hear my screams. That night I had been sleeping in the living room on a sofa bed. I glanced quickly at the clock that was to my right. It was about 5 o' clock. I couldn't remember clearly since it didn't seem important compared to what I saw next. Standing next to the window accross from the sofa bed stood a figure. I squinted and rubbed my eyes. He was still there. After pinching myself, he was still there. I couldn't believe it. The man was a stout man with white hair and a beard. Only, I couldn't see his face. His whole entire body was clear and visible, but his face was somewhat faded. A shreik came from my left. I couldn't bare to look. Then, I couldn't stop myself. I looked. All I could see was a red cloud. The cloud faded from red to white. Finally, I realized that the cloud was shaped in dress. Then I saw golden hair flying and her arms stretched in front of her. Was she about to hug me? I pulled the sheets up the my chin. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the man next to the window was gone. It was just her and me. She said to me in a musical voice, 'Be ware. Death spared your life this time, but he took the life of another... Be ware. Next time... Be careful... This house is--' Suddenly I heard screaming as she fought agaisnt herself. She started spinning too quickly for me to see anything. Then, down she went into the basement. I never saw her again... Or so I thought. Every now and then, I see a woman in white... But is it her? Or is it a neighbor? A passerby? I don't know. I couldn't sleep after that. I stayed in bed. I pretended to sleep as my grandma and father raced out into the hallway where the lady had been. I would've told them then, but I was too afraid. To this day, they don't know what really happened. All they know is that I had a bad dream. A horrid dream. But, they had told me, to my horror, that they heard screams from the basement... They thought I had fallen. I told them, 'I heard screams too...' At 11am, I awoke to find my grandma crying. I knew it... And I knew who had died. My great uncle had been murdered. He was stabbed. Then, I was horrified when she told me at what time they found him. The police in Poland, where he lived, had found him at 11am. Eleven A.M. was actually 5am here in Connecticut. I cried. September 17th, 1996. I awoke from a terrible dream. I had seen Death once again. He was in black, his head hooded. He was standing next to a tall grave, facing away from me.Although the dream, I went to school. I didn't think about it much. Let me tell you first of all, at that time, I had had a Great Dane/Yellow Lab. He was 14. His name was Rex. And he was dying of a tumor. Cancer. A dog with cancer. His hind legs were paralyzed. When I got home from school, he wasn't there. In his stead, there was a grave in back. And next to it stood a dark figure. I don't know what it was. I ran inside screaming. My dad, not knowing what I saw or why I had been screaming, was mad at me since he thought I was mad at him. Since that day in September, I had never been the same. February 7th, 1998. I awoke from a dream. There was a figure in black, its head hooded. Was it Death? Maybe I saw myself. I wear a black coat with a hood. I tried not to worry, and I did not fail. I made it through the day. That was Saturday. Now it's Monday. And I didn't hear of any deaths... But someone probably, definately had died. People are dying at every second. Did I know them? No or yes. Who knows? Who knows? Now, things have been frightening. Litteraly, things go BUMP in the night. For example, last night, my cat was scratching at the door. I yelled at him once and he ran off. Then there was scratching at the door. I ran to the door. And I waited. Scratch Scratch Scratch. A pause. Scratch Scratch-- I ripped open the door and I saw... absolutely nothing other than darkness. And other things happen too. Knocking, electronics controlling themselves, doors and windows opening and closing, the basement... That darn basement is a nightmare. How it changed my life:Well, when was the last time I was in the basement without that 'GET OUT' feeling?? I've also been afraid to sleep some nights. And whenever I see Death, I tink I'd rather die than find out terrible news... But if I did die, wouldn't I be helping Death? Death that killed my loved ones? I've also changed in personality. I used to be quiet, always nice... Now I'm still quiet and nice... But sometimes, it's like something possesses me and I become 'not me.'
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