When I was small, about 10, I went to go visit my aunt. She always had stories to tell me and I would always tell her to tell me ghost stories, but she wouldn't because my mother was always there and she was really afraid of any ghost stories. Well that time I went, my mom stepped out so I was able to talk to her alone. She told me that when she was about fourteen or fifteen she went to take a shower. The showers where she lived were different. Instead of them inside they were outside. She said that she took her buckets of water and headed outside. She started to take off her clothes when she saw black figure over her. She thought it was the shadow of a bird so she ignored it when it disappeard. She started to wet her hair when she noticed a persons feet right next to her.
She thought at first someone got in, but when she looked up she saw a black man dressed as an indian with scratches all over his face and arms. She didn't know what to do so she stayed frozen in place and just stared as the man looked at her from head to toe naked. That's when she scram and the man disappeared into thin air. She told my granny, but they could not do anything. From then on she didn't see the man, but she did see shadows.
I asked her if it was true or if she was making it up, but she promised me it was true. Not so long ago was I in her house by myself when I noticed black shadows there. At first I thought it was my imagination, but I kept seeing them. That's when I believed the story was true.
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