Ana recalls a night when she saw Death standing over her, and had physical evidence.
It was the summer of 2001 when I was 6 years old and living in California. Like any other night we washed our teeth and went to bed. That night I decided to sleep with my Winnie the Pooh white shirt. Since I was the middle child of four sisters, I would always sleep in the middle of the king-sized bed. (The bed's head was a mirror with black lines.) We all went fast to sleep that night.
Later that night, at two or three in the morning, I woke up because I was really hot and was sweating.
I folded the sheets down and pulled my head up and refreshed my face, turning my eyes to the side.
Suddenly, I saw a shadow in the mirror. I closed my eyes hoping it wasn't real. I opened them again, looked in front of me... and there was nothing. But when I looked in the mirror, there it was again.
It was Death. I knew it because it had a long black robe and his head was a skull. I was shaking so much that I started to sweat and felt my body getting cold. I started to whisper, terrified, "God, help me!" From that moment I lost consciousness.
If you thought that was the scary part, it wasn't.
Later that morning, my mother came to the room to wake my sisters and me. All my sisters woke up with their clothes, but I did not have my Winnie the Pooh white shirt. I looked around and saw the shirt on the floor in the same spot Death was standing. My shirt was cut as if someone got a knife and started stabbing it!
I jumped out of my bed and grabbed my shirt. My mom looked at me scared and I asked her what was wrong and she told me, "Look at your body!" When I looked at my body, I was full of scratches.
Terrified, I started to cry and hugged my mom. I told her what happened. I told my sisters and they said they had also experienced weird things.
Three years passed my parents decided to move to another house. I felt relief because I thought it was over, that I was free... but I was wrong. The evil followed my sister and me.
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Later that night, at two or three in the morning, I woke up because I was really hot and was sweating.
I folded the sheets down and pulled my head up and refreshed my face, turning my eyes to the side.
Suddenly, I saw a shadow in the mirror. I closed my eyes hoping it wasn't real. I opened them again, looked in front of me... and there was nothing. But when I looked in the mirror, there it was again.
It was Death. I knew it because it had a long black robe and his head was a skull. I was shaking so much that I started to sweat and felt my body getting cold. I started to whisper, terrified, "God, help me!" From that moment I lost consciousness.
If you thought that was the scary part, it wasn't.
Later that morning, my mother came to the room to wake my sisters and me. All my sisters woke up with their clothes, but I did not have my Winnie the Pooh white shirt. I looked around and saw the shirt on the floor in the same spot Death was standing. My shirt was cut as if someone got a knife and started stabbing it!
I jumped out of my bed and grabbed my shirt. My mom looked at me scared and I asked her what was wrong and she told me, "Look at your body!" When I looked at my body, I was full of scratches.
Terrified, I started to cry and hugged my mom. I told her what happened. I told my sisters and they said they had also experienced weird things.
Three years passed my parents decided to move to another house. I felt relief because I thought it was over, that I was free... but I was wrong. The evil followed my sister and me.
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