Scary Angel Story Back to: Angel Stories

Well, I will try
to explain this best I can. I have not told a soul about it, but my wife
and mother. It happened when I was around fourteen years of age, in
Kentucky, around 1990.
It was summer time. Around ten in the
evening, I went upstairs to go to bed. The room had two big windows,
and a real bright street lamp right outside. So I pulled the vinyl blinds
down, and then drew the draw-string to close the cloth curtains. It was so
dark, I stubbed my toe getting in bed. I couldn't see my hand in front of
my face.
I eventually fell asleep, but have no idea how long it took. I awakened for some reason, and quickly realized the entire room was lit up. I raised my head up, and lo and behold, at the bottom edge of my right side of the bed I saw a person standing there. He was glowing. Yes, glowing a yellowish gold. I have never been religious, so what I saw confuses me to no end.
The next morning I told them
this exact same story I am telling all of you.
They said that I was speaking
jibberish that night. I said, "What are ya' talking about?" They
said I spoke flat jibberish, sort of mumbling.
So I have no idea if it
was an angel, or not; but it scared me to death, because it said, "I am going to
get you."
Story by:
LostSoulz
I wanted to scream, but couldn't; as I was so freaked out. I looked down and saw the person had sandles on. They were glowing so brightly, it was hard to even tell how many toes he had. It was so bright, it almost blurred them together. And the robe was glowing very bright, starting maybe four inches above the ankle.
I was eye-balling him to
no end, all the way to his head. I saw a face so bright, I could not tell
whether his skin color was white or black. I had no idea what race he
was. He had a thing on his head that looked to be a wire, or maybe
thorns. Yeah, I know it sounds a little like Jesus, right?
All of
the sudden, he reached his right arm up in slow motion, and pointed his index
finger at me, and said my name. Then he said, "I am going to get
you."
The voice echoed in my head like a megaphone does. I thought I
was a goner. I said, "Not, today!" and jumped out of bed, waking up my
mother and brother, downstairs.