I have always been a light sleeper. The last few nights I had difficulty sleeping. I went to bed last night at approximately 2200. I tossed a bit, then at approximately 2330, my partner came home and woke me to let me know she was home (as she always does) I went back to sleep. I woke again later at approximately 0100, needed the restroom and was able to fall back to sleep.
I was in a sound sleep... And felt something...it's difficult to describe. I got cold and felt someone looking at me. I turned and noticed a dark, hooded figure standing next to my bed. I felt my heart start pounding. The hood was forward so the face couldn't be seen. The hole (where the face would be) in the hood was noticeably darker than the hood. One arm, or shall I say sleeve, was at its side. The other was bet upward almost at a 45 deg angle. Not reaching for anything just bent. I could not see a hand, nor fingers. Almost as though it was holding a scythe; however, I did not see a scythe. This happened within seconds but, time seemed to stand still.
My first instinct was I needed light. I reached to my headboard where my cell phone was charging (it was much closer than the light switch, which was next to this hooded figure standing in front of my bedroom door at my bed side and I was NOT about to reach in that direction) and didn't feel my cell phone. I looked away from the figure to see where my cell phone was and when I looked back... The figure was gone.
I tried to rationalize what I had just experienced and say to myself "Maybe it was a spirit, ghost or perhaps a person who was in my room." Had it been a person... They could not leave the room without opening my still closed bedroom door. Not a person. I kept hearing the word "Reaper" in my head.
I have always been "sensitive" to different feelings good and bad in a home. I have seen things/people who I would later find out that were deceased. I have never considered myself psychic nor a medium of any kind. I do know this experience was frightening to me. To the point where I did not want to leave my house and go to work in the morning. However, I refuse to allow some "thing" to dictate my life. So my day went as normally as it could, considering how frightening my experience was.
Any incite to what this experience means or meant would be greatly appreciated.