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This is the story of the reaper I used to see. I'm 21 now so the stories a little old. And I realise you will see this story in MY journal and DangerouslyCute88's journal, that was my old one that got hacked in to. I hope you all will read all of this and tell me what you think.

I already know what the majority of you are going to think and reply and say: Sheesh b***h you're crazy and need put in the psyyyyych waaaarrd

I already know that. The things I see I KNOW I hallucinate. But it's getting worse, and the couincidences surrounding some of the hullicinations are making me, AND my real life friends, wonder if I'm seeing something other than my deranged brain.

Let me explain why I would see things, or possibly why.
I was born premature and epileptic, well guess what I lived, lol obviously. Anyway I had bad epilepsy growing up until I was around 8 years old, when, it just seemed to go away.
Epilepsy is where you have seizures all the time..
Anyway, i'm 19 now, but I got another seizure when I was...18? 18-ish. When I was a child I would have a type of grand mal seizure. You know in movies how you see the peoples eyes go up in their heads and they squirm around and foam at the mouth? That's a mal, the most typical seizure. But when I seized I didn't convulse, I would just...fall over and stop breathing. I had no idea what was going on, to me, I was dead. One moment I would be playing and the next instant in a hospital bed. It was quite strange but nothing really traumatizing to me.
The seizures I have now are called partial focal. Basically a partial focal is a grand mal, but instead of being unaware of what's happening, you're CONCIOUS the ENTIRE time.
It's truly a living hell and whoever else that reads this and has to go through it, i know your pain, and it DOES SUCK.
Anyway I've been on different medications to try and stop the seizures and I kept getting allergic. I'm on Keppra now and it keeps the seizures at bay though at times I'll get one anyway, but it's not as bad as it would be WITHOUT the pills.

Hallucination:
A few months ago I started to hallucinate. I've never done this, but I knew that it was just something that only I could see, and so I ignored it since it wasn't anything bad. Like I would just see shadows differently or see a glimpse of something when I turned my head a certain way. Nothing drastic, ignorable things.
About...lets see...two months ago? Give or take.
I started seeing the grim reaper. Yes I know that's funny isn't it? But I knew how the hallucinations worked. They were always in front of your vision no matter where you turned your head, this thing WASN'T.
I woke up one night and looked in the corner of my room, just because that's where my eyes were facing when I opened them, and I seen him hovering up in the corner. Well I just layed there and wondered what the hell was wrong with me, even laughed, because it looks so REAL.
For nearly an entire month it would follow me around, constantly, it was ALWAYS there. But I ignored it.
Finally I told one of my friends here, Ryan, about it. Well my friend is sort of a wiccan, or something, he's in to all that magical shtuff.
Anyway he didn't think it was anything but an hallucination either and told me that I was doing a great job of acting like nothing was there. But what made me wonder, was when he really started talking about it.
All the times I had seen it it didn't do anything but walk behind me, beside me, but never in my way.
I had Ryan stay a couple days with me, cause come on he's my friend! and I was feeling way down in the dumps. My other friend came over too but she couldn't spend the nights but that's a whole different story.
I went to walk in my room, and for once I hadn't seen the reaper that whole day. I was quite happy but wasn't thinking about it when this happened.
I went to walk through my door, and before I could, he was just THERE.
He was standing in front of my door with his sythe thing in his right hand. For once I actually talked to my hallucination, and I'm still emberassed of doing so. But I said,
"Get out of my way I want in my room."
And it kind of floated up, raised it's sythe, then SWUNG it at me. But he was an inch short of the blade touching me. It scared the living HELL out of me and naturally I yelped and jumped back. Then he moved his skeletal face towards mine, like in a menacing manner, and pointed at me with a bony finger. Then he was gone.
Early that next morning was total hell for me. Total hell. That night I had a really bad seizure, but luckily my buddy was there, and after I was done being sick we kind of just fell asleep.
Well when I woke up in the morning, it was still dark cause the sun hadn't risen yet, I seen the reaper. I just sighed and ignored it, tried to go back to sleep. But I couldn't go back to sleep because sometimes trying to force myself to sleep would bring on another seizure. So I didn't provoke myself.
I woke up Ryan and it took him forever to wake up LOL. Anyway...
The reaper walked...floated...over to my bed and then up through the air like it does. It went behind Ryan, pointed a finger at him, raised it's sythe, and then SWUNG it at the back of Ryan's head. But he didn't touch him, it was an inch or so away like he had done with me. Then it like held it's head back and opened up it's mouth, like it was laughing, but come on I didn't hear anything.
I told my buddy what I seen and he was like...oookaaaayeeee. But this time I couldn't ignore it, it seemed like it was trying to prove a point, it was TRYING to get at me.
FINALLY it did go away after I was all upset and almost screaming for it to go away. Ryan left that day, and then THAT night as I was brushing my teeth I heard a loud crash. It was a strange crash, something I'd never heard before, and oh my god it was so LOUD. It sounded like someone had picked up the washer and thrown it across the house, then ripped it apart like a ribbon.
Well we have a big dog, and so my first thought, since it was an odd sound and I really did think it was the washer, I thought the dog knocked something on it or managed to hit it hard enough or SOMETHING.
But I searched the whole house and nothing was out of place. So then I decided to go look outside. By this time I was scared and didn't know what it was, and so I didn't want to really run around.
I walked out to our driveway and looked around and didn't see anything. Also, in my bedroom window, you can see directly over the driveway and I didn't see anything.
Something seemed to be pulling me towards something, however, call it a gut feeling. But I didn't know what was wrong, I thought I was just paranoid.
The next morning as mom and my little brother walked outside so she could take him to school, there was a black car sitting in the driveway like someone had parked it there.
I heard mom screaming and I instantly knew, with a crashing sensation, that what I heard lastnight had to have been the car. I ran outside and up to the car...
There was a man in there and he was dead.
The car was completely black, a little sports car of some kind. The top of the car was bent in grotesquely, and so was the drivers door, it had him completely compacted.
What I heard that night was him crashing. They said he was under the influence of alcohol at the time:
He either was drunk or fell asleep at the wheel, and he was going around 80, WAY OVER THE SPEED LIMIT. So they figure he dozed off. The car drove off the road and hit one of the trees in our yard (denting part of his door on his side). It woke him up, they believe, because if it didn't he would have taken out the corner of our house. But he woke up and quickly tried to swerve away from the tree he had just hit, but he was going so fast and the car was so small, that it didn't do him much good. He hit the corner of our house, the car rolled over because he tried to stop the car by turning it around, it dented the roof overtop him, and then it rolled back over and stopped because it smashed against the tree in our driveway.
They told me, that it was such a horrible accident, and that there was hardly any blood on the guy, that he died instantly. If he hadn't died instantly there would have been blood everywhere. It smashed his face and head so bad that he wasn't recognizable.
But to this day I feel responsible because I didn't go out further in the driveway and investigate.
I didn't see the reaper after that for the longest time. I was even diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder.
A month after, or so, I seen the reaper again. Then my uncle died, I seen it again, and my cousin. I seen it a few days ago and my step-brothers great grandma died and someone shot themselves that knew his dad.

So me and my friends think that it's not just an hallucination since everytime I see it death ALWAYS follows afterwards.

Anyway I'd like someone to reply o.o;;;

I don't really think you are going crazy (just don't get paranoid too muhc about it) because it couldn't have been coincident that many, many, times.

I remember in the other thread of stating you want to go visit your bf but your parent wouldn't. They are just concern about your health.

Another thought came up to me is that, death is near you. Maybe he is also after you but, it isn't the right time. People usually see death before they die. this is just purely a guess thought.

Don't fell guilty that you didn't try to see what happened. I know I would be too busy freaking out and there was nothing you could do.
The grim reaper is something I heard about before. Maybe you are a death orical (not trying to be mean). A death orical is someone that can see a sign of someone's death before they die, or course a person denying this may create a sub-conscious "imaginary character" to cope. Children have better grip with thier sub-consious mind but once a person gets older and the person refuses the gift is usually goes away... guess you are one of the stronger kind.
I use to be a dark orical (only able to see bad things). My "imaginary character" was a man about 5'7" average built, a dirty tore-up on the bottom cape that covered over his face and fell to his shins. He wore a red scarf over his mouth and had his legs wrapped in bandages. When I saw him usually something bad would happen, most the time he would give me hints but others I woudl find out later. I stopped seeing hime when I was 14 about the age I met my fiance.
I hope you get everything cleared up... my advice look inot what the reaper was showing you when your friend slpet the night with you.

interesting.

this thread made me want to write an essay about the different personas death has taken over the years.

Thank you.

I'll only know for sure, since I haven't seen it in a long while, if someone dies soon and I see it beforehand =/