Long story short: Recent breakup. Very distraught. Cried out loud for help. Felt abandoned by everyone. Finally fell asleep.
Around three-thirty in the morning, I wake up to go to the bathroom and realize I'm completely paralyzed. I can't move except to turn my head from side to side. I can't speak. I feel like I'm sinking deeper into the bed.
After watching the clock for about thirty minutes, I decided to try again and get up-I can't. I'm scared because I have no control over my body. My mind is clear though. I'm not dreaming-I'm wide awake!
Next thing I remember is a man in a black suit. His face is a black void. He's standing on the side of my bed. I know I should be terrified, but I'm not. Strangely, everything about him was pleasing-creepy, but pleasing. He didn't speak, but somehow I knew he wanted me to go with him-to take his hand and go with him. That's when I looked away.
At the foot of my bed are three monks-no faces, just brown robes. Every time I tried to get up to go with this man, it felt as if the monks were pushing me back down. This went on for about an hour. I just kept trying to get up and go with him, and the monks kept pushing me back down.
Eventually, I quit looking at the man. I refused to look at him.
When I finally got the courage to turn and check the time, the man was gone. I looked at the foot of my bed and the monks were gone. Only then was I able to get up.
A couple of years later I had a NDE.
Has anyone ever seen a man in a black suit or monks-all without faces?