Well, my mother did believe me.
This happened to me last Easter. It was nighttime, around eight o’clock, on Maundy Thursday. I was walking down a street with only a single lamppost lit. Everything else was swallowed by darkness. In the distance, I caught sight of a large shadow. It wasn’t a person—that much was certain. It didn’t walk, yet it drew nearer… silent, unchanging in form.
The farther I went, the closer it seemed. Then, in the blink of an eye, it vanished. Just like that, into thin air. I stood frozen, unable to make sense of what I’d just witnessed. And the worst of it? Just a stone’s throw away stood a graveyard.
Ever since, whenever I walk down that lane, I keep my eyes fixed straight ahead. Just in case it returns.
