I was around 10 years old. It was good Friday in Brooklyn NY and my mother woke up, listening to music. My mother went in to take a shower and right there, I felt a little nervous. Why? I don't know. I was sitting on the sofa and heard footsteps thinking it was my mother. I didn't bother to turn around. Since it took her a while to pass me, since she had to pass me to get to her room, I turned to see what she was doing. She wasn't there. I went to the bathroom and she was still taking a shower. When she got out I told her and she said "that's scary, I saw a tall shadow through the curtain!". Right there I just wanted to hurry and go to my aunt's house. While she was doing her hair, singing along with the radio, we heard the front door open and slam, and we heard a man say "that's freaking nice, keep singing!" We both went to the door because, at this time, I was really scared and didn't want to be nowhere in the house alone. When we went towards the door we saw a shadow coming towards us. I closed my eyes and grabbed my mom and right there, a cold wind went right by us.
Since that day, on I would beg my mother to let me stay in my aunt's house, because the weird things did not stop there. We would always see shadows, and every now and then, something would say something when we would have music on or if the TV was a little louder than usual.
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