I am a seventeen year old girl, and lately I have been questioning certain parts of my life that I have never thought about before, nor have I ever thought about sharing them with other people. But something happened a few days ago that I don't think I can ever forget. I can "read" auras if I really try, and I sometimes just "know" things. But anyways. My father was eighty one years old when he passed away which was four days ago. He has been in bad condition for a while, maybe a year or two, but the past three weeks it got very bad. My mother thought he would have a few more months at least to live.
That morning I woke up at six fifteen in the morning in sleep paralysis, which I have never experienced before. I remember waking up, and gasping for air, and being choked by something next to me. I can recall hitting it with my arms, but my arms weren't actually moving, however it was like a scene in the movies you know? Where you kind of "step out" of your body and all that. I didn't really step anywhere, but I definitely remember flailing my arms around aimlessly, trying to hit whatever was choking me. I couldn't breathe, or see and the whole room was a very very dark blue. Almost black.
I felt something next to me, whatever it was that was choking me... And I can clearly recall this strange static type of noise which rung in my ears so loudly that it almost hurt. Like white noise or whatever it's called. Then out of nowhere this voice inside my head told me not to fight it. I'm not sure who it was, or if it was me. I suffer from panic attacks on the regular basis so maybe that is why I told myself not to fight it, just like I would with a panic attack. So when I snapped out of the paralysis I was shaking, my stomach was in knots, my vision was blurry and I almost threw up twice. I woke my mom up and told her we had to go to the hospice to see my father.
When we got to the hospice he was "fine" but the dying process has begun (nobody knew that yet). When we came back in a few hours I just felt that he had minutes to live. I don't know how I felt it or why. We knew he was declining fast, but I had this feeling that in a few minutes my father will be nothing more than a limp lifeless body and guess what. In seven minutes he passed away. Not sure what this experience was, or if it has anything to do with psychic abilities but it was terrifying, however a good experience in a weird way. There are a lot more instances I could talk about but that's the main story. Thanks for reading!