Well, My Mom Believed Me After All.

**Diary Entry – 15th April**

Well, Mum actually believed me.

This happened last Easter. It was around eight in the evening, Maundy Thursday to be exact. I was walking down a street with only one working lamp—the rest pitch black. In the distance, I saw a huge shadow. It wasn’t a person. You could tell it didn’t walk; it just… moved closer. No sound, no changing 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 seen. And the worst part? Only a block away lies a graveyard.

Ever since, whenever I pass that street, I refuse to look too far ahead. Just in case it comes back.

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Well, My Mom Believed Me After All.