Life is Precious
My experience with this certain "spirit" happened when I was sixteen. I was extremely depressed and had been thinking about suicide for a few days, but on this night the thought never left my mind. I recall waking and looking at my alarm clock, which read 3:26 AM. It was then that I realized that I was laying with my head at the foot of my bed and my bedroom door was wide open. (I never slept with the door open or with my head at the foot of my bed.) My bedroom light was still dimmed and my cat was sound asleep next to me. Suddenly the light turned off and my cat jumped on top of me, she was hissing wildly, her back was arched, and she was swatting at something. It was then that the figure entered my room. It was a human form, but it did not have any features, nor did it seem to have a gender. The form was fuzzy...like a television channel that is not televising a station. I was paralyzed by fear. I couldn't move or scream, even though I tried. The only thing I was thinking over and over was, "I don't want to die, yet...I don't want to die, yet..." The figure walked around my bed and stood by my head. It leaned over and gently kissed my forehead, then walked back out of my room. I remained motionless until I heard my father getting ready for work around 5 AM. The weird thing is that when I saw the spirit, I really thought it was my time to "go." I still don't understand why I was so positive that he/she was here to take me to "the other side." Anyway, it made me realize how precious life is.
Shelly, Utah