Something found me after a car accident and I don’t know what it was.
During our drive home from a family trip our car hit black ice on a curve that sent us rolling. That day I didn’t wear my seatbelt I was ejected out the car by breaking through my window using my face as a ram. From my perspective: One second I’m in a car next thing I know I’m laying in some bushes. I try getting up but I’m stopped by an intense pain in my shoulder (broke my collar bone). Honestly I don’t know if I passed out or just went to sleep but at this point I lost consciousness. After an unknown amount of time to me, through my closed eyes I can see a flash light shine over me(it was 3 am). My dad found me, lifted me to my feet with ease and pushed me towards where the totaled car and my family was. A distinct detail I remember about this moment is how firm the hands were.
The unexplainable part. After talking to my brother I realized something. My dad never actually went looking for me. My mom was badly damaged and no one had no idea what happened to me. They actually assumed the worst and thought I was dead, under the car. We didn’t even have a flash light. I don’t know who/what found me lying there, but something did. I distinctly remember the light shining over me before firm strong hands lifted me up like I was paper. Before talking about it I always just assumed it had been my dad. I post this every now and then just kinda hoping an answer finds it. My collar bone healed so it’s protruding a bit, it’s stuck as a permanent reminder of that day.
10. Angry father
A three and a half years ago my dad suddenly died of a heart attack in his sleep. When I got to the hospital he was already gone and he was cold and pale, his eyes were open, and he still had an intubation tube down his throat from when they tried to save him. It scared me so much to see him so completely devoid of life, I had nightmares for weeks after that. I dreamt that he came back and I was overjoyed to see him…then he started falling apart. His bones kept breaking and he softly spoke to me about how badly everything hurt and how he just wanted to go to sleep. Also, I dreamt that I heard a knock on the door and I opened it to find my dad angry, yelling that we left him behind at the cemetery. Just thinking about it still fills me with anxiety and fear.
When I was 12, I was in bed one night with my bedroom door open. I was watching TV, sitting somewhat upright with a pillow behind my head and shoulders. The TV was in one corner of the room and the door was in the other corner. The room was differently shaped and basically where the door was cut off the corner of what would normally be a perfectly square floor plan. So with my bed lying between the two, when I watched TV I could see out the door. (I was scared of aliens don’t judge.) So I was watching TV and out the door is completely black. Next thing you know, something catches my eye and I look over out the door and this all white human shaped object is moving past the door, from left to right, and when i stared directly at it it turned and looked at me. A split second later it was passed the right threshold of the door and I was left petrified. Shaking in my covers nearly shitting myself. I then hear the door to the garage open and shit myself even more. I run down stairs and am greeted by my drunk 19-year-old brother getting home. I spill out what just happened to me and he grabs a bat and we check every room, under the beds, in closets. Everyone was dead asleep. We found nothing. Needless to say I never slept with my door open AGAIN, still to this day 11 years later.