The scariest thing that ever happened to me was when my ex OD'd.

We had just moved from the suburbs to the city. He had paranormal experiences his whole life, and his parents house in the suburbs was violently haunted. Terrible nightmares, feet scratched while we're sleeping, shadow figures, spirits pretending to be the family dog, repeated lightning strikes in the back yard on a giant patch of dead grass, banging, voices, unexplained LOUD noises-you name it we experienced it.

When we moved out of that house to the city, I thought it was over. And it was, kind of. Nothing paranormal, except for the experience I am about to describe, happened again. Excepr, both of our lives spiraled into drug abuse and physical abuse. It was horrible.

Anyway. My ex started using heroin not long after we moved to the city. One night, he came home sweating a shaking. He went to the bathroom complaining that he couldn't possibly and thought he was going to pass out. I went to the bathroom with him, to make sure he wouldn't pass out. Well, he did. He went gray and his eyes rolled back and he slumped to the floor.

Now, at the time, he had me pretty fooled about his drug use. I thought he was dehydrated or something. I had no idea what danger he was really in. Still, I had my phone in my hand, and I was about to dial 911.

Then, my whole body started buzzing. It was like how I felt at his parents house whenever something would happen. There was a loud knock at the door.

Why the hell I went to the door is beyond me. I didn't even call 911, I was drawn to the door. I ran to it, but it felt like running in a dream. Like running in sand. Something told me not to open the door, so I didn't. I looked through the peephole and there was a figure outside. It was moving around, made completely of shadow. It looked small and huge at the same time. I can't explain it.

Seeing it enraged me. I started shouting at the door for it to go away, and I kicked the door. Then, I ran back to the bathroom. Time seemed normal on the wau back to the bathroom. When I got back, my ex was coming to.

I am pretty sure the figure that knocked on the door was Death, or whatever entity has been following my ex his whole life. I think it was coming to collect him.

Nothing paranormal has really happened to me since I left my ex. Everything seemed to be tied to him. However, I have recognized that I myself am sensitive. Most recently, I sensed something in the woods outside my apartment, where I live with my current BF. I warned him of it as he was taking out the trash (which is right next to the woods). As soon as he dropped the bags in the bin, he came running back. Something had growled at him from in the woods. But, that's the creepiest thing that's happened to me lately. I'll take it, compared to what I have been through in the past.