What you’re about to read is my personal account of a series of events that unfolded about 3 months ago. Since then, I have told my story to some relatives and close friends. To my surprise, a few of my friends and family have either heard stories like this before, or even experienced the strange things that happened to me and my wife. Since the original event, I’ve tried to ignore what happened to us and move on with my life. However, as of a few days prior to the time of writing this, I’ve experienced something that tells me this isn’t over. Today I want to share my story with others so that they are aware of what is happening and not ignorant of that fact that there are many of these unexplainable and unspeakable, yet real and prevalent occurrences in our world today. I must also admit, I may have caused all of this to happen to me.
About 3 months ago: My wife, who I will refer to as Sara, and I love running and used to take evening runs almost everyday after work. Our neighborhood has many winding streets, cul de sacs, and small parks spotted throughout. This set up makes it perfect for taking our runs since there isn’t much traffic, and mostly families with children live in the area.
One particular evening started out like any normal night of ours. We started our run along the same route as always. About half-way through our route we run past a playground that’s generally empty due to being built in flood zone, so when it rains it’s either flooded or very wet and dirty. Except this evening I noticed from the distance several people at the playground. As we ran along the sidewalk approaching the playground on our left I saw two children in jackets sitting on a bench close to the sidewalk, and one very tall man (or woman, I could never tell) standing in the playground area and looking down, possibly at a cell phone. What was very strange was that the man was standing extremely still the entire time he was in my view. When we got a little closer I kept staring subtly to the side and noticed the tall man was not holding anything, but his arms were at his side had they were disproportionate looking arms, like very long, almost past his knees. Sara was running a little ahead of me and I caught up with her and asked if she saw what was going on. She agreed that the tall man looked weird and how the children looked strange just sitting silently on the bench. I glanced back one more time and one of the kids was looking in my direction. Now at this point we were farther away, but I swear when I looked at that kid’s face it was slightly lit up by the dim street light, but his eyes, they were completely darkened. I felt a really weird sense of dread and turned around and kept running.
I didn’t want to freak Sara out or make her seem like I was weird for feeling afraid of a child, but I told her what I saw and we chatted a little about the whole strangeness of that situation.Fast forward to later that night. About 10:30 p.m. Sara and I are sitting around in our living room on our phones just winding down before bed. We get a knock on the door. We both start frantically moving around since it caught off guard having been so late and I told her I’d go to the door. I look through the blind of our front window, next to the front door, and see some kid. I told her it looked like a kid and she said I should see what he needs in case he needs help. I crack the door slightly and lean out the front door and staring up at me is this kid with completely blackened eyes and before I could speak he says to me, “He told me to collect you, can I please come in?” It’s so hard to explain, but this feeling of dread once again came to me, and I’m not a very religious person but I felt like something spiritual was affecting me while standing in front of that kid. I told this kid, “I am sorry but we cannot help”. All I got back in response was stare, and then he turned around and walked away. I closed the door and almost felt bad, but this feeling I had was extremely unnerving put me in a terrible mood the rest of the night. What kid gets lost, finds help, and then asks for dinner? At 10:30 at night… As soon as I closed the door I went to the window and peered through the blinds. I saw the child walking away and when I looked a little ahead of him, I saw a tall figure on the opposite side of our street standing in the shadow of a tree. I told Sara about what happened. She was mad at first that I turned away a child at 10:30 p.m. and ignored my claim about his eyes, but then later that night I woke up completely sweating and had the urge to tell Sara to turn on the lights. I don’t know why but I couldn’t move and I needed her to turn on the lights. Freaked out a little, she jumped out and went to turn on the lights. I started to calm down a little and could get up out of bed. She said as she turned on the lights she thought she saw two shadows quickly move past our window. We both stayed up for the rest of the night and she started to believe me that something was going on.
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