Not too sure If I'm submitting this story on the correct page.
When I was 9 years old, I had my first kidney transplant, all went well until I ended up with rejection after a few months. I was induced into a coma as my brain had swelled.
Long story short, when I woke from my coma I was suffering hallucinations of demons etc. I asked my dad (quite forcefully) who was sitting with me in my room to close the curtains, I was screaming death is here, he's coming to get me, don't let him get me. (not sure where the knowledge of death came from at 9 years of age).
My father went to close the blinds to comfort me, as he turned to the window he saw a man "hovering" just outside the window of my hospital room, we were on the 7th floor of the hospital. My dad describes it as a tall man in a black cloak with massive outspread wings, just hovering and watching silently into my room. Dad grabbed me quickly taking me from the room, pulling the lines from my little arms in the process, as he felt he had to quickly get me away as he too thought death was watching me.
Since that day my father has only spoken of this twice to me and to no one else, he says to speak of it makes him sick to the stomach.
I have always felt that I was "different" in a spiritual sense to others, and have seen and encountered many things that are considered strange and paranormal.
I'm not sure If I am truly psychic or anything, but I know and feel things to a point that most of the people I know don't understand.
I have never been able to figure out who or what was watching me that night, but I feel as if it's not the only time this figure has been in my life.