User:HadesBane

My father told me this story when I was a teenager. He had just come out of the hospital after having a near fatal stroke. He was in there for days. When they finally released him he was…different. I understand that almost dying can change someone but I didn’t think my dad was one of those people. A few weeks after he came out of the hospital I asked him why he was so quiet and reclusive. He looked at me for a long time, like he was judging me. He took a deep breath and began to speak softly. “I was here home alone watching some mundane show on tv, and I started having this strange feeling that I was being watched. I looked around and didn’t see anything, so I went back to my show. Then the stroke hit, and I was on the ground convulsing when I saw him. He was tall, with a white sheet thing covering his body. He had a fair head of white hair and a gentle face. He had on no shoes and he carried a sword in a scabbard. He walked close to me as I lay dying in the floor. He bent down close to me and began to speak softly in my ear. His voice sounded far away and close at the same time. It was deep and melodic. “Do not fret young one, I will be gentle with you on our journey.” That’s when your mother walked in and saw me on the floor. She immediately called an ambulance. I saw him every day I was in the hospital. He was always there. He was in my dreams. He was everywhere. Like he was watching me, and waiting for something. Finally, one of the last days I was there he spoke again. “…….You’ve escaped me this time, but know this. You will see me again. All will go with me. None can escape me…” And then he unfurled his wings and slowly disappeared.” After my father told me this I was dumb founded. I had no idea what he was talking about. I decided to look up the person he described. The light hair, the “sheet”, the sword in the scabbard and the wings….. what came up terrified me beyond belief.. what came up was Thanatos… the Greek god of Death..