I'm really not sure if I am able to describe this story in detail, because for the life of me, up to this day I still can't determine what it was that I saw. Any help or insight would be greatly appreciated.
When I was a kid, I usually spend the whole summer vacation at my grandparents' house, along with my cousins in the province. We would all stay there for two whole months while my grandmother would patiently teach us the basic ways of living (as my cousins and I are city kids), and my grandfather would tell amazing stories at night before we go to sleep.
And during those times, since we were kids, we always did naughty things. One of the things I was always guilty of doing was stealing sugar canes from either the sugarcane fields, or from the slow-moving sugarcane truck. Of course the adults didn't really pay much attention to us, thinking we were just playful kids and stealing one or two stalks of sugarcanes wouldn't really hurt. Sometimes, they even knew what we came to their fields for, so the nice farmers would take out their bolos and cut out a stalk for us.
One afternoon, at around 2PM, my cousin (let's call her Cathy) and I were on our usual trip to the sugarcane fields. We were happily chattering and, since no one was around, we tried to steal one of the sugar canes.
All of a sudden we heard someone shout, and when we looked at the direction of the voice, it was a farmer. Someone we didn't know, and obviously he didn't know us as well. He kept yelling "Thieves! Thieves!" while he was holding up his bolo. We were so scared that we just dropped what we were holding and ran, deeper towards the sugarcane field, to try to hide from him.
While we were running, I kept looking behind to see if he was still hot on our trail. Cathy was a way ahead of me, because she was wearing jogging pants while I was wearing shorts, and the leaves were stinging my skin.
Deep into the sugarcane field, I tried to look back to check on our pursuer and I saw that he was nowhere to be found. I felt relieved that I actually smiled, and was about to turn to my cousin to tell her that the farmer was gone when I bumped into her.
Without thinking, I just said "he's gone, he's gone!" but I noticed she was standing as still as a tree, her eyes staring off somewhere. Instinctively, I looked at the direction of where she was looking.
Then I saw it.
It was a man, facing away from us. He was wearing a light blue camisa de chino (Google it to see how it looks like) and is wearing a blue worn-out corduroy pants. He had no shoes or slippers.
Would have been normal, right?
But what scared us was he was standing on his head. No, not the normal headstands where you put your hands on the ground and raise your feet. He was literally standing on his head, his arms on his sides. What's more peculiar is that when you do a headstand, your clothes should hike up because of gravity. His clothes were perfectly intact. It's as if someone took a picture of him, cut the picture and inverted it.
I didn't think about anything anymore. I grabbed my cousin's arm and we ran to the opposite direction. I didn't care if the farmer was out there to get us. A farmer would definitely someone I can deal with compared to a "person" standing on his head.
When we got home, my Cathy and I were so tired that we just collapsed on the grass inside the gates, trying desperately to catch our breath. Wordlessly, we just looked at each other with a knowing expression that what we saw was something not normal.
We have asked the townsfolk about it (since they would be the most likely to know about any peculiar things happening), but none of them could give us any stories or answers. They were even surprised when we told them our story.