My grandmother was a medium. My mother could see visions of future events. I've had out of body experience, and visions of exploding bottles seconds before happening. Plus many other things.
But what I am going to share with you now has affected me more than anything.
In June 2017 I woke up in the early hours I looked over to my right as I propped myself up on my elbow to turn over. There was a man beside my bed 2 feet away from me. He wasn't looking at me and at first I thought it was a burglar. I was so frightened incase he attacked us for disturbing him. Then I realised my dog was fast asleep on my feet and no way would she sleep with an intruder in the house. I was still trying to work out what this thing was. The man thing still hadn't moved and was in a fixed position. I moved my elbow to attract the attention of this shadow man. It turned to me like I had startled it, my eyes must have been ready to pop out of my face at this point. He must have realised he had frightened me to the point of a heart attack. Then he melted to the floor and floated down the landing. Still trying to comprehend what I had seen and was looking round the bedroom to see if there was any more and in the other corner there was black matter swirling and twisting like some kind of portal had been opened. I closed my eyes, muttered the lord's prayer and went to sleep. 4 days later I woke up again, looked up in the corner and saw the black swirling matter and thought 'oh no, not again' I didn't look around for the shadow man my heart was pounding, I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
3 weeks later my father died July 11th 2017, my next door neighbour had been really good and offered her help if I needed anything or to talk. I took the opportunity to mention about the intruder in the bedroom, (hoping that she didn't think I was a loon) that was when she shook and said her husband had woken her up in the middle of the night saying there was a man in the bedroom and he saw black swirly smoky stuff, she couldn't see it and told him he was imagining it. She had turned white by the time I had told her my story. But that confirmed I hadn't dreamed it.
48 days after I lost my father, my beautiful mother passed away😢 august 28th 2017
I'm convinced those 2 visitations were one for each parent.
I wish I hadn't been so scared, and maybe tried to communicate with this spirit.
I've woken up almost every night since my parents passing, and although I don't see the black swirly stuff I can feel like an electric buzz in the air, like the portal is still there but being protected by something.
Id be grateful if anyone else have other thoughts or ideas on this. Thank you for reading xxx