Alright, so my mum actually believed me when I told her this.
It happened last Easter, on Maundy Thursday, around eight in the evening. I was walking down this street with only one working streetlamp—everything else was pitch black. Then, in the distance, I spotted this huge shadow. It definitely wasn’t a person. You could tell it wasn’t walking—it just sort of… floated closer, completely silent, not changing shape at all.
The farther I walked, the nearer it felt, until—just like that—it vanished. One second it was there, the next, gone. I froze, totally stunned, trying to make sense of what I’d just seen. And the creepiest part? Only a short way down that road, there’s a graveyard.
Ever since, whenever I go down that street, I avoid looking too far ahead. Just in case it comes back.
