Well, my mother did believe me.
This happened to me last Easter. It was nighttime, around eight o’clock, on Maundy Thursday. I was walking down a street with only a single lamppost lit. The rest was pitch black. In the distance, I saw a large shadow. It wasn’t a person—you could tell it didn’t walk. It just drifted closer… silently, without changing shape.
The further I went, the nearer it seemed—until, in the blink of an eye, it vanished. Just like that, into thin air. I stood frozen, baffled by what I’d just witnessed. And the worst part? Only a stone’s throw away stood a graveyard.
Ever since, whenever I pass that street, I never look too far ahead. Just in case it comes back.
Well, My Mom Believed Me After All.
