My name is John and I grew up on my grandfathers farm in North Carolina. My family believes in the Christ and taught me so as well. Don't let that deter you from continuing to read. Even with that belief I was a drug addict by 12 and wishing for an end by 14.
A close friend of mine at 14 years old shot himself in the chest with a 410 shotgun. He was pronounced dead on the scene. I stopped by with a friend but was asked to leave, due to the amount of people there. I know now it was because I had been drinking. I went home and told my family and we all were hurt and shocked, but I was selfish and wished it had been me instead. All those people who came after he died, maybe I could have that, too. WOW! I was jealous over a friends suicide.
I came into my room, closed the door as always because my mom left the bathroom light on everynight, and it shined on the hallway wall in front of my door. I went to sleep crying that night and prayed to God to take me because I couldn't do it myself. I remember crying until I fell asleep sometime later. About 12 midnight that is.
Sometime after 3 a.m. I woke up crying saying, I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Three times I said this to myself. I looked over and saw my door was open, and just inside my door was a figure that was about 7 ft. Tall. I know this because it reached our 7 ft. Ceiling. It was blacker than anything I have ever seen or imagined. It fit the grim reaper description, but that name sounds like a joke for this. Like calling Hitler, Mickey Mouse. I said to It in my loudest voice (a wisper), I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. Three times again. It had started coming towards me as I said this, and I could feel something like excitment from It due to my fear. It was now 2 ft. Inside my small room, and 3 ft. From me and I could see it in the darkness of my room clearly. It was 10 times darker than anything else around. This is it's description: Around 7 feet tall, 3.5 feet wide. It was solid in form yet it seemed to be almost see through, but it wasn't because I couldn't see past It's darkness. It floated and walked at the same time. If it had a face, It had lost it to darkness long, long ago. I could see no hands or arms, but as It reached for me It's arms seemed to peel off it's sides like a butterflies wings. It wasn't wings, but I feel It had wings or did before. I could not breath, It had stolen my breath, or so it seemed.
All of a sudden it stopped, like it heard what was coming to my mind. I closed my eyes and said JESUS, I DON'T WANT TO DIE! My last hope, so I said it with all I had. It was still a wisper to reality, but probably boomed in Heaven. Right as I said this, I felt a warm flowing liquidy feeling roll over me like it was wet, but under my skin. It felt like blood. Comfort, and calmness swept over me and my whole room. Like the paneling on the wall could feel it. I knew before I opened my eyes what I would see. It was gone, just a pinch of black on the wall. The black on the wall that was dark as night, was now shining with the bathrooms light. I soon went back to sleep and slept comfortably.
I know now that all I had to say was Jesus. IT heard His name before I said it. That's why It stopped in It's tracks. But as they say, Hindsight is 20/20. I can't tell you what it was or It's name, the Collector maybe, but it was not there in my best intrest. That happened when I was 14, I am now 35 and that is the clearest memory I have. 21 years and It still has a clear picture in my head. To those who believe like me now, and to those who do not as I did before. Live gratefully, and give thanks for all you do in what you believe in and share with the world "YOUR BATHROOM LIGHT".