I live in Miami, Florida. As a child, I was always different from most people my age. I always had feelings of something bad going to take place. When I say "bad" I'm talking about death. I always knew when someone I knew was going to pass on. I always knew when the Spirit of Death was right around the corner, just waiting for the perfect time to take a life.
I will start with my mom. Not too long before my mom passed on, I had a weird feeling come over me for about a month in advance. I don't know why, but I thought I was being paranoid for no reason at all. So I kept trying to push off the feeling. Every time I would push it off, it would keep coming back. After a while, I started asking my mom constantly if she was okay. She would look at me puzzled and say yes. Then she would ask, "Why? You have a feeling that something bad will happen?"
I told her, "No. I just wanted to know how you feel." I didn't want to tell her what I was feeling. I didn't want her to worry. Before I knew it, my feeling grew stronger and much worse for me. It was to the point that I could no longer get it to leave.
Around that time, my mom started to complain about not feeling well. I told her she should go to the doctor. She didn't want to. She didn't like doctors, hospitals, etc. But when she finally did go, they told her she had ovarian cancer. She was in the late stages.
Everything started happening so fast. She eventually died on May 21, 2006. She was 33 years of age. I was 15.
Another time that Death feeling came over me was not to long ago. I am eight months pregnant right now in 2012. Around my fifth to sixth month, I was scared for my life. The feeling of Death washed over me so fast and so sudden that I couldn't keep it to myself.
I told my boyfriend about it. I would just sit next to him and cry like a baby. He did his best to comfort me and tell me that everything is going to be okay. I couldn't explain it. It just felt as if the Spirit of Death was after me, constantly watching my every move.
This feeling stayed with me for two weeks. It grew strong to the point where I started to panic. It was like I was running out of time. After the two weeks, my grandma called me and told me that my sister died. I still felt a little weird.
I told my boyfriend the bad news. "It's not over yet," I told him. "Someone else is going to die." Not long after I told him that, I went to school and found out two boys in my class had been shot. They died. Just as soon as I found out, the presence of Death left me alone. Right now as I'm typing this, I can honestly say that all of this is absolutely true, and when someone else I know is going to die, I know I will feel it.