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"I often take late night walks through a cemetery near my home. One night, a few weeks back... I was sitting in a clearing surrounded by 7 foot yew and cypress. It's a very quiet and private spot far from houses and street-lighting.... The bushes started to rustle. First, just a breeze, which quickly grew into gusts of cool wind that seemed to come from beneath them. (Odd, because it was a typically still, hot and muggy southern August). Suddenly, the air was filled with the scent of dying Jasmine and earth, almost like after a heavy rain. Each time the wind would gust, a shadow would pass over me. I had the feeling of many presences around me, almost in a circular fashion. Suddenly, everything grew still again. There were no bird or cricket sounds like normal. It was absolute silence. The shadows seemed to have sunk into the earth. I figured, well...that's it! Time to head on home. So, I got up and started walking toward the main road. I could see my own shadow now on the pavement in front of me, as the streetlights were plainly visible from here. There was also a second shadow that seemed to almost "grow" out of my own until there were two, distinct shadows. I turned to look behind me and saw no one. But, when I turned back around to face forward, I saw the Angel of Death plain as day standing cross-armed before me about 10 feet away. He was framed in dark ultraviolet. Quite a striking image, to say the least! A gust of very cold wind came again from beneath my feet. I felt my hair blow upwards as I watched the spectre of Death rise upward with the wind and disappear into the tall trees. I must have looked stupid standing there with my mouth open. I collected myself and continued walking home. Every so often, I could feel Him hovering over me. When I got home, I fell into a deep sleep under the shadow that hung over my bed. I never felt so at peace as I had that night."
Laurence Kilmer
Jackson, MS.
