Have you ever experienced death? Maybe you felt the presence of death? Well I did and I never want to feel that again...
On my usual bus route to school we passed a cemetery which meant I was halfway to school. The driver stopped to pick up a passenger it was a man. I didn't see him just felt him sit next to me. Five minutes pass— I'm having a hard time breathing I stretch a bit— No I don't have anxiety— then images of funeral homes and caskets fill my mind, I looked up and the man was wearing an all black suit— He needs to go i thought—
The smell of formaldehyde filled my nostrils I freaked and started to become anxious. I saw that the man had a slight smirk on his face— fucking prick— at this point my heart rate started to pick up. Suddenly the next stop the man got off never looking back. I breathed a sigh of relief, my heart rate going back to normal my chest felt at ease. I remember looking around the bus to see if anyone noticed but no one did.
Did death come to visit me? To this day I remember the pain, fear, and overwhelming feeling of sadness— I wonder who this man was.
