posted on Jun, 3 2006 @ 02:49 PM
I had it a long time ago, but not with a building but with a person. My boyfriend at the time wanted me to shake hands with a particular fellow. Up to
this point, the school had been receiving several bomb threats. The person whose hand I was suppose to shake was the janitor.
All of a sudden, the room went pitch-black and it was like the janitor and I was the only one in the room. I froze up and panicked. It wasn't a
racial issue, but the way the darkness engulfed him it scared me, as I felt the darkness from him closing in on me. I ran out of the classroom (this
was the end of the day). Everybody had left; except for the janitor, my boyfriend, myself and two other friends of mine.
I was about 15/16 at the time. Anyway, I shot out of the room screaming. My mates asked me what was the matter. I couldn't tell them. I just said
that I couldn't get near him.
Then about a week later; another bomb scare had been reported. Except this time the bomb was real and it was planted in a bin outside of the building
I had been in. It was on the news; what was even more shocking was the would-be bomber was none other than the janitor.
I have sense learned if I see darkness around somebody that encapsulates them and feels like it is going to engulf me to beware.
That was real terror like I have never known. I'm a tornado survivor and even the tornado was less fearful than the terror I felt and the darkness
emanating from that man. It was like I was in the depth of hell and couldn't get out.