It all started out on a Thursday afternoon, at my grandmas house. Me, my older sister, and my cousin Catherine were contemplating on what to do to kill time. Nothing came to mind. We sat there what must of been hours before coming up with something to do. Now, I was living in houston at the time. Now in Dallas. I was about 12 years old. My sister 16, and my cousin 15. I’m currently 18 almost 19 years old, but that’s irrelevant.
We finally come to conclusion to go to the library. Yes, what 12 year old would want to go there? It was a 30 minute walk from my grandmas house. Now, my brother wanted to stay home and play games all day. He was 8. So we leave at 1:30, get there at 2 and stay there till 2:30.
We decide to leave because being at the library for Another minute would cause me to commit suicide. We finally get home at 3. Now, when you step on the from porch of my grandmas house there are 2 screen windows. Right next to the door. I knock on the window and look through the screen window. When you look through the window you can see the living room. Right across the living room is the dining room. There is a hall way left of the living room and the kitchen on the right hand side of the dining room.
I knock, and see my brother run across the hall way to the kitchen. Of course, he was wearing this black cape he got from the scream outfit I wore for Halloween the previous year. That was his favorite toy. Creepy. I knock again and I see him run from the kitchen back to the hall way. I’m yelling his name. “Javi come open the door!” I knock again and he runs again. Frustrated I ask my sister to knock. She knocks, looks through the window and yells his name. I stand next to her and watch my brother run from the kitchen back to the hall.
He must of ran back and forth 4 or 5 times. Finally I knock one more time. He runs from the hall way. Now, there is a glass door located in the dining room. I see him run from the hall out the back glass door. I run to the back yard only to find out that the back door was shut. Shocked, I inched my way back to where my sister was out on the porch. My grandma pulls in the drive way. She opens the car door. And asks us to help with the groceries. We tell her Javi won’t open the door.
Seconds later the passenger door opens, my brother steps out the car. Horrified, I slowly turn around and look at my sister. Our faces priceless.
Description- what I saw was a black robed figure. Looked about 4 10′. When it ran, it was FAST. I didn’t see feet, not hands. Just a black hooded figure. Now, whether or not this pasta is good. I can care less. Because this is true. Till this day I am curious as to what it was…
Credit To: Stevie Ray Salazar