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 still lit. Everything else was swallowed by darkness. In the distance, I saw a huge shadow. It wasn’t a person—you could tell it wasn’t walking. It just… moved 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. Gone. My blood ran cold. I couldn’t make sense of what I’d just seen. And the worst part? Just a block away, there’s a graveyard.
Now, whenever I walk down that street, I keep my eyes fixed straight ahead. Just in case it comes back.
