I first "discovered" that I had powers when I was about four when I saw the wolf spirit, but I thought that everyone had them to my extent. After about a year, I realized that I could sense others' emotions. We were living in Florida at the time and had just moved into a new home in the middle of nowhere. Like every young child, in a new home, new sate, new life, I was scared at night; especially with no one there. Another year passed by, and before I knew it I was six years old. I started having strange dreams at night; most of them involved people dying and being sucked into what seemed to be Oblivion. A few weeks after Halloween, the dreams began getting worse. I had a couple of them a week, and they eventually lead up to a horrible nightmare.
The night the nightmare took place, I could sense the air in my home grow heavy and dark, as if something was disrupting the balance. My two cats were hiding in a hole under the counter and my bird was freaking out inside of its cage. My parents ignored it like usual and tucked me into bed. After they turned off the lights and shut the door, I looked out of my window. The moon was covered up by clouds and my room was barely lit because of it. After a moment I felt my heart speed up and I quickly looked around for the dark presence I began to feel. Seeing nothing (note: I did not have the ability to see spirits at that time), I tried my best to ignore it and somehow I was able to fall asleep.
The dream had begun. I was floating in what seemed to be complete darkness. There was no sound, nothing but emptiness. I floated over in a random direction until I was eventually able to stand on a floor. I looked down and I realized I was standing on a very familiar carpet. Looking around, I noticed that I was in an old apartment complex that my grandma lived in. I walked down the dimly lit hallway, and once I was about halfway down the hallway, I heard a door creak open. Turning around, I saw a single door open. Out of curiosity I slowly stepped over to the door and peered inside, only to find what was inside of the room very shocking and heart wrenching. My parents and older brother were in the room, dead in pools of blood. I screamed and turned to run when I saw a man with silver hair and light gray skin staring down at me. He was over six feet tall, and he held a very dark smirk on his face. I was scared to death and I ran down the hallway, which was now covered in cobwebs and dead people. There were spirits screaming and grabbing out for me through the walls and doors.
I kept running for what felt like forever and I eventually tripped over a dead body, falling flat onto the floor. The screaming got louder and louder and I looked back to see the spirits chasing me. I got up and ran as fast as I could out of the building. Once I got out into the yard, I turned to the face the building, panting hard from fear and loss of breath. A huge gust of wind blew me back into the grass. I looked up at the dark cloudy night sky just in time to see the silver haired man flying (yes, flying) at me with darkly coloured angel wings. He flew right down at me, but before he got close enough to stab me he disappeared into feathers. The feathers floated down into the grass and the sky cleared up, making me look up at the sky. I saw another man there in robes, but before he could say a word I screamed and woke myself up.
Ever since then I've had dreams of seeing the silver haired man, ranging from a silent staring contests of sorts to being chased and attacked.
But the even scarier part is that he's now visiting me at night, eight years later, staring down at me while I lay in my bed. He says things in a dark voice, as if he's evil. And, I hate to say it but, he has raped me. He did it about a year ago. I don't know how, but he has. I remember that night very vividly. (I haven't ever told anyone that...)
I don't get what exactly happened in my dream, but I've never had a dream as terrifying as this. I hadn't watched any scary movies that night when I was six that would've caused it. Who is the silver haired man, why is he visiting me and trying to hurt me? Why did he rape me? I know he isn't an incubus, so why? And does anybody know who the man in robes may be? I really need some answers.
And before anyone asks, I was able to remember all of the events from when I was six because I wrote them down in a journal the next day that I had kept.