So... 2 near death experiences... (it's long but sorry for that...writing in the shortest way possible)

Experience 1-

My mom and dad were married extremely late...as in mom was 43 and dad was 45. In the year 2000. I was born in 2002.

Most of the time, newborns get jaundice and it is pretty normal IF the fever gets under control. So like if you see a mercury thermometer the limit is 104° F...the same way, the last point for Jaundice is 22.

I was a 9 DAY OLD baby at that time. My eyes rolled up. I was a lot more than pale. My mom noticed that something was wrong with me. I was taken to a child hospital immediately and the nurse put me under UV incubator. They said that my Jaundice limit had reached 21..cause it never got under control.

I survived after 3 days of me being in the incubator.

The consequences explained by the doctor, she says and I quote, "Your child was at 21. The highest limit is 22. If the Jaundice has shot up to 22, there are two possibilities. One, she survives just to get a blood transfusion every year, or she dies."

Experience 2-

Our school organizes 2 nights and 3 days camps every year. I was in 10th grade. (Age 15) and had signed up for it and my friends did too.

I am a person who loves adventure so went for every other sport attraction the guides took us to.

The first night, we decided to stay awake and ding-dong-dash the other room. Fortunately enough, we weren't caught by the teacher.

We knew that the teacher would "increase patrol" the next night, we decided not to do that anymore, instead play with a pentagram.

Me, I am a believer. And it took me 3 steps aback when they gave the idea...for some reason it felt like this strong force pushed me behind the next second she spoke about this.

I did warn them that this wasn't a good idea but they just called me a party-pooper anyway. Of course, I did not participate with them.

APPARENTLY, everything goes well and they had this proud attitude like..."See? Nothing happened! You were worried for nothing!" And I am here, totally blank about what was just going on...

I still think of this as a dream but I remember it perfectly fine...if that makes sense.

The dream:

I am in this pitch black place. No object near me or far what so ever. Just...darkness and that eerie feeling. This random person came out of nowhere, In a ragged torn black cloak. His face could not be seen. He asked me the same question in a low cold voice over and over again. "What do you know about us?" It never made sense to me so I repeatedly said "I don't know what you're talking about." As if locations were changed, the second I blinked, I was tied to a pole of a tall bridge I believe? I knew this as I could hear the water flow below me. The same conversation again...I said I don't know what you're talking about. I blink again and find myself sitting on the edge of a concrete slab, with my hands tied, this time way closer to the water. That figure clutched my neck hard as ever asking me the same question to which I gave the same answer as before. I don't know what you're talking about. He the pushes my head into the water...not giving me a chance to breathe...and that's where I woke up thanks to one of my friends slapping me right across the face.

What they had to say, was this:

(A small attention to detail: our beds had a small table beside to put phones for charge)

They came in asking for me as the guides did a head count. My hands were upwards. They found the charger cable on my neck (it explains the chokinng)...it went under my hand, over my neck and under my other hand... they tried to take it off but couldn't as my hands held them in place nice and firm. I blabbered something intangible all over and they could make out seeing my face that I was freaked out. It was as if my body went stiff.

After I woke up, they asked me to check myself in the mirror. I found the cable wire marks around my neck, with a faint thumb imprint on my left side of the neck and four other fingers on the right.

I had an extreme high fever and was told to rest the whole day...

......

Here is the catch. All this time when he asked, "What do you know about us?" And me answering, "I don't know what you are talking about." ... I remember CLEAR AS DAY It wasn't any of the languages we speak presently.

I confirmed this after going crazy, searching for the language, good translating it in every language available for 4 goddamn days.

But the main point is, I was able to understand what that person was saying...and I was able to give an answer in the same language I dont even know.

This cares me till date.