My mother passed around 1:30 am on August 25, 2011 after a very long illness that had left her bedridden for her last 2 - 3 years of life. As soon as my father called I went right over to support him & see my mother. Although I had seen her just 6 hours before, very sick but still alive.
Later that morning, I suppose around 5:00am or 5:30am, that time of the morning when the sun is not officially up and you can't see color yet, but you can see, I was out on the front porch crying & chain smoking when I see across the street, there is a man in the neighbor's little rose garden. Seeing someone at that time of the morning wasn't too unusual; paper deliveries, joggers, early AM dog walking, etc., but what was very unusual and baffling to me is the man was completely solid black. I could see total definition of his body, it looked fit, slightly muscular legs but I could not make out any facial features. It was almost like watching a solid shadow, a paper cut out, a silhouette or a person dressed in a body suit like what surfers and divers wear.
The other strange part was his movements. He was slightly hunched over and making long thought full steps as those he were tiptoeing around trying to avoid stepping on something.
I was able to watch this for what a good minute before he rather quickly faded out. Not really sure if it was even that long but it was definitely not a quick flash or something caught out of the corner of my eye. I saw him dead on.
This is what I do know about our neighborhood. Our street (and a few over) was the last farm remaining until around 1956 maybe even a few years later for this particular parcel. It's a fairly large development. The homeowners are originally from India and are practicing Hindus. They are the second owners of that house. The original owners were rumored to be an odd family, but no one really ever said why. I was told that by neighborhood kids when we moved here when I was 15. They moved out a year or two after we arrived in 1974 or 75. I don't know if any of that information is relevant but it's what I know for certain.
So what did I see? Was it relevant to my mother's passing? At the moment I was watching him the word "Jinn" came to mind. I've looked it up and it doesn't seem to fit, based on what little I do know about their religion & culture. I didn't feel afraid; it was more of "what the heck am I looking at?" I still wonder and I've never seen it since. Thank you for reading. Any assistance provided is most appreciated.