It all began back when I was seven years old. My uncle that lived next door passed away, and I was his favorite nephew. Here in México, we have this belief that after a funeral, people gather to pray for the late person. It was in the afternoon like I've said, I was seven, and I was with a cousin when I thought we would pull a prank. We ran over to next door and told everyone that we have seen our late uncle. Of course, I think nobody believed us.
Days later, something weird starts happening as I'm playing in the living room. I saw a shadow outside the window and as it is expected, I was waiting for someone to knock on the door. To my surprise, it never happens. This same thing keeps on happening for years until one day, without anyone noticing, it stops happening. Almost everyone in this house has seen that shadow.
Two years ago, it was August, when my girlfriend and I were in the living room, sitting on different couches. Actually, she was laying down and suddenly she stands up and tells me, "Someone is coming." I was thinking no, no one is coming, because I knew about that mysterious shadow. I told her, "Don't worry, no one is coming," and she says, "Yeah, I saw a guy with a blue jacket, black hair, mustache, and his skin is tanned." Then it hit me, I thought of my late uncle. I stood up, ran to my room reached for a photo album. I went back to the living room and showed her the picture. She says, "Yeah that's him."
In that very moment, I felt an overwhelming feeling of sadness and she an overwhelming feeling of fear. Of course, that kept happening to her two or three times. Three months later, she broke up with me, and that's when she started having dreams about him. He wants to tell her something, and sometimes she says that he looks upset.
The only thing that I keep on thinking is why he chooses her, a stranger to him, and not me, who was supposedly like a son to him?