Jennifer was visiting her grandmother’s grave on a sunny day in October with flowers in her hand to put at the grave site. Birds were singing in trees overhead. A slight breeze blew across the manicured grass the headstones sat on. Then all of a sudden the birds went quiet and Jennifer got an eerie feeling that someone or something was watching her.
She looked behind her and saw a black humanoid phantom rising out of a grave. Its glowing red eyes glared at her as it menacingly drew near her. She dropped the flowers and sprinted out of the cemetery without looking back until she was far from the cemetery and saw the black phantom had not followed her.
That night she saw the phantom in a nightmare, its red eyes glaring and glowing, and she could not move. Just as it floated toward her and grabbed her, she woke up screaming. Later that morning, she felt terribly weak as if her life were being drained out of her. She went to the ER, and after a series of tests, was diagnosed with terminal cancer.
She never saw the phantom in a nightmare after that, but wonders if it caused her cancer, or if, God forbid, it is the malignant cancer inside of her, or if the nightmare of the phantom and the terminal cancer were merely coincidental.
Bob Boyd