I was talking to
some friends about ghosts and horror stories last weekend. They were
telling me things that happened to them, when I remembered a strange
thing that happened to me a long time ago.
When I was nine or
ten years old, I used to be alone at home all afternoon because my parents were
working and they returned at night. We lived in a small house so I wasn’t afraid
of being alone.
One day, in one of
those afternoons that I used to be alone I was playing with dolls and watching
TV when I heard a noise coming from the kitchen. The first time I ignored, but I
heard that noise again and I went to the kitchen to see what was that noise, there
was nothing. While I was coming back I saw a very strange black shadow that looked like a person but had no face. It was going too fast in front of me and then disappeared. At that moment I was
very afraid, so I ran to my bedroom and stayed there until my parents arrived.
I'll never forget
how scared I was. Apparently, that was the worst experience of my life, I had a
very strange feeling at that moment, and when my parents arrived I told them,
but they didn’t believe me so I tried to sleep, and after that day I have never been alone at home.
Nowadays, nothing
like that happens with me, so I'm more relaxed about staying alone at home.
