By: Layla Sareini
What scares me more than anything else is spirits. This is because my religious beliefs claim that they are real. That at all times, we are surrounded by both angels and demons. I feel especially scared by this because I believe that during my early childhood I had an encounter with a spirit. I still remember it so clearly, but I was so young when I had this memory that I’m still not sure if it was just a dream or if it was real. I wasn’t even walking at this age but the image of that man has been burned into my memory since then.
I was in my crib, or at least I dreamt I was, as I am not entirely sure. I was wearing all white, in my white crib. All four walls were as white as they could get and I was locked in my a white door. You see, my room at that age was white, as was my crib, but my door was brown. As I lay in bed, I hear the heavy footsteps of someone approaching my door. As a toddler I would naturally be excited to have someone come get me but when the door knob began to turn I felt there was already someone with me before they got into the room. The door slowly opened and a tall man dressed in a white suit stood before me. He was almost as tall as the seven-foot door. But this wasn’t strange compared to his lack of a face. Instead of having a face, his head just emitted a soft white glow. He said nothing. For what seemed to be hours he just stood there as I stared back. For some reason I didn’t scream back or even show the slightest bit that I was scared. Then finally, he began to walk towards my crib. His long legs made his trip from the door to the bed incredibly quick. He rested his hands on the wooden frame of the crib and tilted his head towards mine. Although he lacked a set of eyes, I still felt him staring at me. Then he lifted one hand and slowly reached for my face. He covered my face with his large soft hands. My eyes were now covered and while being scared wouldn’t be uncommon in a situation such as this, I felt at peace.
This is all that I can recollect of that day. Whether it is was real or a dream is something that I always think about. I also think about what that being was. Whether he was pure or evil. I like to think that maybe it was some sort of a guardian angel. There are times though, when I consider the possibility that it may have been an evil spirit. I don’t like to think about that though because then I become consumed by the fact that it covered my face. Why would evil surround an innocent baby?