AND she was about 31 years venerable and about 5 months pregnant, not drinking or using drugs, in May 1985 visiting her mom and dad in New Mexico. They lived in a brand fresh two-story Spanish-style house on the north end of Albuquerque. Everyone went to bed and I took a nap in the living room on the couch facing away from the vast arched window overlooking the streetlight. So it wasn't really a darkened room. After several attempts to close my eyes, the robed figure stood with his back to me, maybe 4 feet in front of me. I really really thought it was my mom (maybe she was drinking and sleepwalking?). I said “Mom?” and it stayed where it was, so I sat on my elbow and repeated louder and with more force, “MOM!” Well, I caught his attention and he slowly started turning towards me and then I realized it wasn't my mom, all the hair on my body stood up and it just disappeared right before my eyes. I was so shocked that I just knew it had to be my mom, so I turned on every airy in the room as well as the TV, ran to my parents' room and they were both very much asleep. I even tried to wake them up, dad was snoring and mom was drooling… So I shook my head, went back to the room and ran to look out the window… Nothing… I searched the whole house… I turned on all the lights and still nothing.
But deep down I knew it had scared me and it had gone away on its own. I felt bad after that. My single most significant encounter and instead I got scared. Then I would say out clamorous, “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, please come back.” I never found out what it was… I felt like it had no malice towards me, it wasn't glowing or anything, it just looked like a hooded figure in the dim with a robe on.
Does anyone want to comment? It has been bothering me ever since. What do you think?
