So many times... so many times man. Usually I don't talk about this stuff unless I am with like minded people, since... I admit, it sounds crazy. And I am a man of science, I don't want to believe, but too much has happened to me to look the other way.
Not really sure what story to tell, they all give me chills... but, I can tell you that a few nights before my brother died in Los Angeles, I was in Phoenix Arizona. I woke up in a panic and was sweating like crazy. Someone had just whispered "death" in my ear. This had happened in the past as well, actually saw a shadowy figure once I swear is the representation of the Grim Reaper. Anyway, not to go too far off tangent, I woke up and immediatly knew something was wrong. I couldn't get back to sleep and I knew something was going to happen.
Over the years I had learned to trust this instinct, and the first thing I did (it was about 4 AM in Phoenix) was to call my parents and check on my dad in Florida (who I was sure had died). After talking to both my parents, I was a bit bewlidered but reassured... and tried to get some sleep, but it was no good... something was in the room with me, I could feel it watching me. When I closed my eyes I could hear it whispering to me... it said "death" again in my ear... I was half asleep but it was clear as a bell!
The next few nights I was not doing so well, barely sleepeing and couldn't wait to get home. I chocked it up to just being stressed, or... well... maybe I had a panic attack. I tried to find some excuse, I told myself it was because I didn't drive to Phoenix and my friend did... I felt traped and that I didn't have control of the situation (and I am hardly a control freak, but this reassurance was helping me). When I got back to LA, it seemed all was fine. My brother had been sick at that time, but nothing serious... he was always sick anyway. My parents called him Saturday night and he said he was feeling a lot better, and I had planned to go see him early the next week (he was about an hour away). Well... Sunday he didn't answer the phone... Thinking it was nothing, maybe he felt good enough to go out... I wrote it off. Monday I got a call from the cops... They wanted me to come to his place... wouldn't tell me what it was about. Of course I knew, but I was in denial... then I remembered the voice.
Well... I am sure you can tell what happened.
I've also seen a lot of things I couldn't explain, or haven't wanted to... Lived in an apartment I knew was haunted (alone... for a year in Tampa)... I can go into those stories if you want... hehe... Seriously, maybe it is all my mind playing tricks and filling in the blanks.. like with my brother, I did know he was sick, maybe deep down I was really worried about him all alone in Los Angeles... And as for seeing other things, perhaps we see what we want to see, but I swear, I sometimes feel I am a little more sensitive to this stuff then most people...
-Nick