Three in Twelve Years

From: Megan Smith (Megan.smith10@sky.com)
Story type: Near Death Experience
Location: Outside Morrison's Petts Woods. Tenerife Dunas Hotel. Wayside Cottage.
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Thu May 19 12:47:51 2011

I've had three near death experiences in the last twelve years. I'm thirteen at the current moment, and my newest near death experience was only a few months ago, but I want to tell you all about it.

The first one happened when I was barely four years old, outside a Morrison's shop.

My nan and my mum were taking me somewhere, I can't really remember where, but it was somewhere important. I, however, thought we were going on the 'Santa Claus train (A train I had recently been on where a man in a fake white beard gave me presents)' as that was what they had told me.

We had crossed to the middle of the road already, and the trainstation was just across to the other side, and I was getting really impatient. I was worried we were going to miss it.

Mum and nan were saying that too, but then again adults always do really, don't they? I was worried and fidgety, and then I thought I could hear the train leaving. I really didn't want to miss it.

So then I darted into the road. My mum made a scream, her fingers grabbing at my clothes in a desperate attempt to stop me. My nan was yelling at the top of her voice. But it was too late.

I was half way across when it happened. Around the corner it came, and I turned around to look over at it. The car was coming at me full speed, and I thought it had come out of nowehere. I froze in fear as the car made a dreadful shrieking noise as it tried to slow.

But it failed and came closer to me. Then it began. Everything looked like it was glowing as I stood there, and everything seemed to be slowing down. Then, everything just turned white until I felt something hit me.

I landed on the pavement across from the car, my ankle hurting me. My legs were very almost underneath it, and my head had missed the metal fence by milimeters.

The warmth, safetly and kindness of the white was replaced by a sickly, swallowing black fear and I burst into tears, mainly because my shoe was stuck under the wheel. My mother rushed over to me and pulled me into her arms while the drivers passenger yelled at my nan, the man himself stuck stone white in the drivers sear looking like he was having a heart attack.

A guy, about eighteen, came out of Morrisons and gave me a bunch of lollipops, so I stopped crying. And then I kinda forgot about the whiteness, dismissing it, until I learnt later just what had happened.

My first near death experience.

My second was just after my brother was born, about a year actually (And after Zashiki first appeared - A ghost in my other experience 'Little ghost boy') and we'd gone to Tenerife for the first time for a holiday.

My mum and my uncle (Not real uncle) Tony were having a play fight. I was just minding my own business, floating around in the water in my little multi-coloured green, red, purple and yellow rubber ring.

Then, Tony thought it'd be fun while my eyes were locked on his son Jordan, one of my best friends, to grab mum and throw her into the swimming pool. Unfortunatly, I happened to be there when she crashed into the water... or rather, me.

I kicked and thrashed around before darkness swallowed me up. And that was when I felt something wrap around my body and hoist me up.

Bursting free of the water my six-year-old body gulped in air while I looked around for whomever had grabbed me. But the only person who had was my mother, who was looking at me worriedly, and she had grabbed me by the elbow.

But that time I knew that I'd had another near death experience, and for some reason I'd been rejected yet again, or rather saved.

My second near death experinence.

Then my latest when I was twelve. I had long since gotten over my near death experiences and had spilt all the details to my very closest friends. My mum was out and my dad was at home. My brother was out too.

I decided to go out on the hammock. I opened the door and my two springer spaniels darted out before me and I laughed. I rushed after them, my eyes catching the object. It was green. One each end it hung from a metal pole with two chains. Said pole was supported by two other poles on each side that connected to a rectangle base that kept it on the ground.

I occupied myself by swinging on it for awhile, laughing and just having a good time relaxing. I listened to it creak as I swung back and forth before I got up and looked around for whatever my dogs were after.

When I sat back down there was a terrible snapping sound and something smashed into the side of my head.

Then I felt my whole body began tickling as everything else went black. I couldn't hear anything other than my breathing and heartbeat, and I couldn't open my eyes. I thought maybe I was unconcious, maybe I'd knocked myself out, when that all too farmilar pulling feeling began again as well as the blinding light.

When I opened my eyes I saw the sun wasn't in the centre of the sky anymore but rather just behind the trees. I sat up abrupty and looked open myself, finding a rather large and rather painful lump on my head.

I winced and straighted my skirt while I looked around. I saw that the pole that had been holding the hammock up had broken and swung down into the side of my head. Then the other side had snapped clean off too.

After rushing back in to tell my dad I'd busted his hammock I realised, with stunning realisation, that I'd had my third near death experience and, once again, been rejected from where ever I was meant to go.

So if anyone can tell me why I'm being rejected from dying or why I keep having so many death experiences, that would be very helpful.

This is the main reason I'm not afraid of death now.