My religion denounces near death experiences, with the sole reason being that there can be no connection between the living and the dead. Sitting at the fence takes no room in such situations. It becomes an abomination for someone to believe such tales.
But, Death called on me.
The night was dark and bleak. As quiet as the dead, the whole house was. Nothing moved, not even the usual roaches. That night, the usual rodents who came visiting did not squeak. I wondered why the evening was so silent, considering a long and fun filled day earlier before. Being no god, I could not tell what was happening, despite my skin hair firmly standing since getting home.
I prepared my delicious meal, set it on the table, played my favorite movie and sat down to enjoy my evening. Time went by, my meal was over quite soon and I had to retire to bed early, for the next day.
And it all began.
I fell asleep shortly after getting to bed. About an hour later, I experienced some form of trance. I could feel myself working so hard to leave my body. My heart rate went lower than it should've been, my body felt weak and so light. There was some sort of 'war' between my body and myself. None wanted to leave the other.
After a few struggles, 'I' left my body and got out of bed. All this while, i could look back at my body while walking away. The room was well lit, it only had my bed and one door. As I was walking towards the door, my body got weaker and weaker, taking it next to something i could hardly describe in words.
As I neared the door, someone pushed it open from outside. It was very strong but made of wood, and had no knob from the outside. Closing it meant that there was no way of getting back in.
I got terrified.
Someone stood outside the door in a black robe, calling my name. I never saw his face, but I could tell he was taller and huge. I stepped out of the door with one foot, looked around, and the cold wind got into me and made me fear the unknown. He was waiting all this while. I did not have the courage to go with him. I rushed back in, closed the door and got back to my own body. Suddenly, I woke up with a thumping hearbeat that took my sleep all night.
It still happens, and hopefully someday I'll have the courage to talk to that mysterious person with no fear. Each night while asleep, someone seats next to my legs, and never says a word. My body gets aware of his presence but the fear within me stops me from opening my eyes.
Death called me once so many times, but the angel of death himself, never have mine eyes seen, with the desire to know him.