Most members of my family live in Atlixco, Mexico. A small village like place, the kind of place were everyone knows each other. Last year in August, me and my mother went there to pay respect to my deceased brother, like every other year for five years, but this visit was different.
We were staying at my grandfather's place (my mother's dad, since she doesn't get along with my father's side of the family) and he lives down this big hill, basically it's sort of isolated but the view is amazing. Since it's only one room I had to sleep on the floor while my mother slept on the bed, my uncle slept in a corner on the other side of the room, and we were all asleep, well they were, I wasn't.
It was raining that night and I can't sleep when it rains for some odd reason. I started to hear noises outside of the door (which is like this blue metal door with designs on it but no glass to cover up the top of it which is bare.) I went to check it out and there was someone or something standing outside at the bottom of the stairs. I couldn't really make out the figure but it looked like a man.
So I'm thinking it's my grandpa because he's not inside, and because the dogs aren't barking, he owns a lot of dogs. So I stood there watching him thinking maybe I should open the door for him but as I open the latch my uncle's kitten (also known as my great aunt) comes out hissing at the figure, panicking, I closed the door back up. And the figure just starts backing away, towards this deep ditch (my grandpa dug for some reason I think he said it was to keep us safe or something.) and I'm thinking Oh my god he's going to fall so I run out in the pouring rain, but it's to late he just falls into the ditch or so it looked like it. I bend over to see but there's no one there. I went back inside, and still everyone's asleep and that's when I notice my Grandfather sleeping under the table (he's paranoid that someone's trying to get him or maybe he was drunk.)
I remember just thinking what if it comes back? Or maybe I'm insane. Either way I got the nerve to go back outside, and I sat on the ground leaning next to the door, with a blanket, I don't think it was for me since I didn't use it. The rest of it is a blur.
The next day my mother confronts me at dinner, asking me why I was sitting outside all of last night, I couldn't remember doing this so I told her that I didn't now what she was taking about. Then after an awkward silence she asked me who was the man I was waiting for. I had no clue what she was talking about, but it was freaking me out.
Later she told me that when she had asked me in the morning, what was I doing sitting out here, I responded by saying I'm waiting for him to come back. I can't even remember any of this except for seeing the figure. I still have no idea what compelled me to go towards the figure or even why I sat outside waiting for it. It still bothers me maybe I should have let it in.
I'm beginning to think maybe it was the spirit of my brother and it makes me feel guilty.