Category : Stories

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

I always believed in warnings and ghost but never imagined the warning I would receive. 
I was in my twenty's and I had just recently met my high school sweet heart after not seeing him for many years. He had been married and had children. I was still still single and didn't have any children yet. One thing led to another and I got to meet his children. Everything seemed to be going right. One day while I was at at work he came to my work and proposed to me. Of course I said yes. I was living with my parents at the time. I loved to read. I was reading Edgar Allen Poe. I put my book down and layed down that night. I started to feel pressure on my chest. It was as if something was on top of me holding me down. Then I started suffocating as if I was being choked. My body was numb I could move I could not scream. I knew my life was ending there. Finally I got the words out "I will fight you until the death" and like that it just released me. I was free. I sat up on my bed trying to get air and started crying. My mom came in there. I explained to her what I had just experienced. She held me and said it was just a bad nightmare. I just believed her and shook it off. A few weeks later before the wedding I called my fiance and told him I had decided I didn't want to marry him. Deep down inside me I had this bad feeling I knew I didn't want to marry him. He started crying and saying he would tell his mom and having the heart I do I gave in and went through with the wedding. Four years later he walked into the the kitchen and showed me a paper. He said I got an life insurance policy on you at work. He started sharpening his knife and said I'm going to use this to gut you with. In four years there had never been any violence so of course I thought it was a joke. My assumption almost cost me my life. That night he knocked me down some stairs and busted my head open. He was on top of me choking me. His fingerprints was bruised around my throat and across my face. He was going for the knife to gut me with when my sister walked in and stopped him. It wasn't until years later that I put two and two together about the warning I was having in my bed that night. It was exactly the same thing that happened.