It took me quite a while to figure out how to start this story, and thoroughly explain my point of view on what happened to me. Even to this day it baffles me and keeps me thinking at night time. Therefore, first I believe I shall tell my tale then give you all my honest thoughts.
I shall start by giving some background information regarding what transpired. Close to the end of 2007 my only aunt was in a huge custody battle against her ex-husband regarding their children. It was really looking like my aunt would lose. She was furious and desperate. She couldn't believe the government would hand over four minors to a drug dealer and addict simply because there was no proof.
Several months passed, and it wasn't until June 2008 that she finally got her children back. My uncle graciously accepted them in his home, since my aunt was already living with him. On the day the children were brought into his home, I immediately went to go visit them. I spent nearly the whole day playing with the youngest little girl, who was barely one, and talking with my aunt. It was a very happy and joyous day for our entire family. It wasn't until it started getting dark that I announced I had to go back home. My aunt did not seem at all thrilled by my proclamation and convinced my mom to let me spend the night with her in the room my uncle lent her.
My aunt had decided to let me and my two youngest cousins sleep on the bed while she and my other two cousins slept on the floor. The bed was pressed against the farthest wall near the windows, away from the door, while she slept with one of my cousins to the left on the floor. Meanwhile, my other cousin slept by himself on the floor towards the end of the bed. I had decided to sleep against the window while the littlest one was in the middle and my other cousin was on the edge.
It was a little bit past midnight and I had just shut off my phone to go to sleep. I turned slowly towards the window, but couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep. Therefore, I slowly turned back around and saw as what I can only describe as a black mass or shadow of a woman standing right in the middle of the room.
At first, I thought I was hallucinating, so I blinked several times to clear my eyes. Yet, the figure, woman, whatever the heck it was, remained. My uncle had left one of those standing, revolving, fans in the room, so I tried to debunk the figure by saying it was maybe the shadow of the fan. Yet, to my terror, I could clearly see the shadow of the fan against the wall. While the woman was directly in front of the fan. I could tell it was a woman because of the body figure and the long black hair she had.
She remained simply standing, staring directly ahead, slightly beside where my aunt and other cousin were sleeping on the floor. I know that the way I am describing it makes it seem like she was there forever, but I can assure everyone she wasn't. She remained standing by my aunt and cousin approximately 20 to 30 seconds. Then she quickly flew? Glided? Over them and straight through the window. I immediately sat up and looked directly out the window only to see that same shadow quickly dash towards my uncle's backyard. I was so terrified that I hugged my youngest cousin and fell asleep with my arms wrapped around her.
The next morning I recall asking my aunt if she had felt any vibrations around her or any coldness around the time I saw the figure. Yet, she claimed she hadn't felt anything strange at all last night. I became increasingly disturbed due to the fact I had seen that... Thing basically glide over her and my other cousin right before it went out the window.
I remember telling a few of my family members my story and they all laughed at me, or denied I had even seen anything. No one could, or even wanted to help me, or understand me. I was all alone. I was young and I was terrified. So, I decided to protect myself the only way I knew how. I decided to never go back there again much less spend the night. It wasn't until maybe a month after I stopped going that I began to piece things together.
Now, I will begin by saying that I am of Hispanic decent. People joke about us believing in myths and legends and things that are simply not true. What most people do not understand is that several of those myths and legends are actually based on some sort of truth. Furthermore, if there is one thing that most people can agree on that is that there is evil in the world.
Deep in the southern parts of Mexico there are people, not just women, many people that practice the art of witchcraft. Now, this isn't some joke, or fantasy, or some made up fiction story. There are people in the world who make bargains with the devil and other malevolent spirits in order to carry out acts of evil.
Now, from my understanding there are several types of witchcraft or "magia" as it is referred to. Magia Negra or dark magic is evil and is used to hurt others. While Magia Blanca is good and used for curing. In my personal opinion I do not believe in "good" magic or "good" witchcraft. To me, witchcraft is witchcraft and has some form of malevolent spirit behind it. If anyone believes otherwise, I humbly respect your opinion.
Now, back to how I added puzzle pieces. I began to remember finding several candles of different colors, along with what appeared to be prayers, in my aunt's car and in the room she was staying in a couple of months before obtaining back her children. Not only that, but I remembered my mother saying to me one time, "Your aunt is messing with some things she shouldn't be messing with. It's dangerous." At the time, I didn't understand, yet once seeing that thing, everything slowly began to add up. The candles, the prayers, the strange smells that would come from the room when I would go check on her before the kids came back. My uncle's wife once confessing to me hearing the tap turn on and something pull on her hair. My other little cousin once saying she had seen a little girl run to the roof. Strange things that had occurred ever since my aunt had decided to stay with my uncle and fight for her kids.
I was in quite the dilemma. How could I tell my family my findings? I was scared. I was beyond scared, but had to say something. So, one day I got some courage and went to visit my uncle during the day. I took him outside and explained everything to him. Yet, he laughed at me and said, "Don't worry. It's nothing. Nothing is going to happen." It sounded to me that he was trying to convince himself more so than me. Therefore, I remember telling him very seriously, "I'm just letting you know uncle. Something is in your house. So don't be surprised when you hear or see something too." After that, it took me about 2 more years to set foot in his house again.
Now, do I believe it to be the ghost of a dead woman? No. Do I believe that it could have been some malevolent spirit (demon) manifesting itself? Maybe.
To this day, my uncle's daughter claims to see a little girl run to the roof. His wife claims to hear noises when she is alone in her room. My uncle himself has heard something knock on his window at night. Do I spend the night? Never.
Could something be in his house? I honestly don't know people, and to be completely honest, I do not intend to find out. I'm older now and more braver, yet even I am not stupid enough to go up against something so terrifying.