Visited In My Dreams By The Grim Reaper Every October After Near Death Experience
When I was around only a year old during the month of October, I was diagnosed with a really bad case of Asphyxia in which doctors said I simply wouldn’t make it. But surprise, surprise I lived.
Things continued on normally for around nine years after and it all started when I was ten years old. I had a night terror, something so clear and vivid unlike anything else I had experienced. I dismissed it as just a dream and didn’t make anything of it. The same dream occurred for the next four nights straight but suddenly stopped. Coincidently at the time, this occurred during the 3rd week of October, I asked my parents if that time period was of any significance, to which they replied that it was around the same time I was discharged from hospital nine years ago. Now I think is a great time to tell you what was in the dream.
It starts with me lying in a hospital bed, I see my mother, a younger version but I can tell it’s her. She looks really tired. A door opens, and a figure enters the room, my gaze is suddenly distracted by this figure wearing a dark, torn robe with a hood covering his face. This figure comes to pick me up, his hands are ghastly long and pale as if it has never seen the sun, ever. I suddenly feel anxious and worried. The entity takes me outside, and I see a black portal-like structure. I suddenly begin to float in the air. I feel completely terrified at who this guy was. The figure goes to remove his hood but right before I see his face, I awaken, sweaty and terrified. I would have the same dream in the same order of events every night from anywhere between 2 to 6 nights straight in the third week of October every year.
No matter how much I try to stay calm and not get scared, I can’t, and I end up a wreck when I awaken. No matter how hard I try to keep myself asleep for a little longer to see the end, I can’t.
Now onto what I think this means. The dark, cloaked figure is obviously death. That part is clear. The hospital bed represents the events when I was a year old, and my mother proves that as she looked the same then as she did in my dream. Why are they happening? Well, my theory is that death felt cheated that I escaped his grasp and survived what was meant to kill me and so many others that he takes his revenge through fear in my dreams. Why he chose to wait nine years is beyond me. The reason I awaken before seeing death’s true form may be that seeing deaths face marks the end of ones time on earth and begins their journey to the afterlife. It’s a bridge in a way.
I’m now 15, and I still have the same dreams during the same period, the 3rd week of October, every year and I still get scared every time.
I’m simply trying to tell my story, so believe or not, I have nothing to gain from it. I still find it in some way traumatic to this day. Whether or not it is paranormal or not is debatable. One could link its reasoning to sheer coincidence, but I don’t think so.
I use to see death as an idea or concept, but now I view it as an entity; a paranormal entity.
Anyways, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed my story.
Have a good day.