I've always been intrigued with people who claim to have an ability to see into the future. My grandmother herself was said to be able to look beyond what we typically see. So it didn't take much convincing to visit an old friend of the family, "Dona Maria", when I was seeking answers about a personal situation i had been dealing with. I had visited her in the past so i could say that i became "hooked" into knowing the future since she predicted everything with accuracy. She never charged a set amount but would humbly ask for a donation. Whatever you could afford or wanted to give her. That visit was different from all the other times...I remember going into her office and seeing an image of the Santa Muerte (Death) where there once stood an image of Mary. I thought it was strange but didn't put much thought into it. I proceeded into the readings and everything went perfectly fine. She answered everything then, which have all come to be now ( 1 year later) and I left home. A few days after that is when everything began...Here is my story.
It must have been about 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning when something urged me to wake up. I awoke with a sudden jolt, half awake and half asleep. In front of me I saw a floating figure hovering on top of me. It didn't have any features but I knew it was color black and it looked like smoke. I tried to yell but nothing came out. I swear, it must have been my own fear that woke my husband. The moment he woke up and sat up to see if I was okay, this figure flew into the ceiling fan and disappeared.
Shortly after my first experience, I saw the same shadow again. This time, i was laying in bed after work; I planned on taking a nap. As i started feeling drowsy and heavy I opened my eyes once more before falling asleep. This same smoke-like figure was now laying next to me as if he/she/it was watching me fall asleep. I felt so much terror that it completely took away my ability to scream, talk or even breathe. I remember trying to call out for my mom but what came out wasn't more than a whisper! I can't explain what happened next...you see, you would have expected for me to run out of the room with fright but instead I fell into a deep sleep.
The last time I saw this figure, I was finishing my workout on my treadmill. I walked into my closet to get some clothes to shower and when I caught a glimpse of him/her/it. This time my legs carried me past my room and into the hall. I was taking flight and headed out my door when i heard tiny footsteps following me. Once again, I found myself frozen in fear. I managed to find the wall and put my back against it. In my own fear, i couldn't talk, scream, and i could hardly breathe. I managed to whisper "babe", as I called for my husband. I stayed in that position for what seemed like 5 minutes. It was a while...My husband finally found me, frozen, planked against the wall. He tried to shake me out of this trance that I managed to get myself into. He finally shook whatever off of me and I started to hyperventilate. I had trouble catching my breath since it seems like i had been holding my breath...
We had enough of all of this and I decided to call our local Catholic Church's Deacon. He is the one who is designated to bless houses when the priest is not there. He came over one evening and along with my mom, husband and mother in law we followed him room after room and repeated his prayers. At the end of the blessing I felt such a beautiful presence and I wanted to fall to my knees and stop the prayer. I wanted everyone to know that we were in the presence of something wonderful and we were not even worthy of standing up in this presence. I felt silly doing this so we finished and Deacon left.
Two things I will never forget: 1.) The beautiful presence 2.) He/She/It that followed me from Dona Maria's home.
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