Well, my mum actually believed me.
This happened last Easter. It was nighttime, around eight o’clock, right on Maundy Thursday. I was walking down a street with only one streetlamp lit. Everything else was pitch black. In the distance, I saw a tall shadow. It wasn’t a person. You could tell it wasn’t walking—it was just gliding closer… no sound, no change in shape.
The further I went, the nearer it felt. Then, in the blink of an eye, it vanished. Just like that. I froze, completely baffled by what I’d just seen. And the worst part? Just a block away, there’s a cemetery.
Ever since, whenever I walk down that street, I avoid glancing too far ahead. Just in case it comes back.
