This story takes place when I was just 7 years old. Please bear with me as english is not my first language. Now, I’m from a very quiet and very rural part of mexico. There, many of our neighbors, family and friends were farmers and livestock breeders. Most of us lived off the land the best we could.
Because of this, I was around a lot of animals all the time. I often played with the chickens or pet the cows, for example. Being so young and surround by so many cute animals, it was very fun for me. It was a great time in my life. Many of you might think it sounds dirty or unsophisticated, but it was a place I called home, and I was proud of that. We often took trips from the capital city of my state Michoacan to other nearby farmlands for the purpose of visiting, trading or giving away stuff we had grown or cultivated. It gave me plenty of opportunities to visit other children my age, to make friends, and of course hang out with plenty of other farm animals.
Once, my family visited and stayed a while with another farming family member. We were staying the weekend for some reason or another that I can’t recall. Being the optimistic and curious kid I was, I was excited about the little getaway. As per my usual childhood antics, the first chance I got I ran from the house, which was a small yet cozy and comfortable abode, to the outside backyard area. There, the home and the farm was connected to a dirt road. When I see a road, that told me there were other people, and that might mean other kids to play with. So, I walked down the road, taking in the sights and hoping I’d see someone around my age that lived nearby.
Now, this road and area was all part of the same farm. On this land, there was an old adobe structure that was said to be haunted, as well as my relatives’ small house. This side of the family grew Guayaba, a bittersweet fruit, and the other kids and I use to play for hours and hours on the trees. And, as I inevitably found some kids my age, this is what we did for the rest of the evening. It was around 7 when it was time for dinner. We ate and visited until night time had taken over. Most of my family went to bed, but I stayed up, enjoying the stars in the sky. I wasn’t very tired, after all. I don’t think I had burned all my energy just yet.
All the sudden, I got this strange sensation. It was like someone’s eyes were on me. Like someone I couldn’t see yet was watching me closely. Too closely. Something told me it was coming from that old adobe house. Maybe I was just reminded that the place was said to be haunted, so I assumed that’s where the feeling was coming from. Anyway, I climbed down the tree I was lying in and I began to walk over to the house. On the way there though, one of my family’s horses began to act erratic and panicky, as if it was searching for someone or something. All the while the horse was behaving odd, it would not stop looking at me. It was the strangest thing, and it creeped me out. I’d spent my whole life up to that point surrounded by animals, and not once did I ever see a horse behave this way.
By then, I lost a bit too much of my confidence to continue to the adobe house, so I walked back to my family’s place and decided to call it a night. Everyone else was asleep, so I crawled into a bed that I was sharing with my mother at the time as the house only had three rooms. There were eight people residing there that weekend, so a few of us had to be cramped together. I didn’t mind, though. The best place to be when you’re scared is by your mother, after all.
The room my mother and I were sleeping in was one of the few rooms with a window. This window was on a side of the house overlooking the farm, fields and nearby forest. It gives you something nice to view as you fall into a well needed rest. The window had an old aluminum frame for protection from the elements, and I should note that the farm itself did have a metal fence keeping the animals in, and maybe some animals out.
Eventually, I dozed off. Only to be suddenly jolted awake by the need to use the bathroom. So, in the dark and half asleep, I stumbled through the house trying to remember where my relatives’ bathroom was. Everything was pitch black though. It was hard to see anything beyond my own nose. It took me longer than I was comfortable with, but I did finally find the bathroom. I do my business, and directly after, I began to feel that same eerie sensation of something watching me. The same sensation when I was near the adobe house. I felt like I was being hunted. Chills ran up and down my back. Even inside the house surrounded by family, I was filled with dread by some unseen force.
This terrified me. I didn’t know what was happening. So, as fast as I could, I made my way back to the room, back to bed with my sleeping mother. But as soon as I made it back in the room, as the only source of light came from the moon and stars shining through the window, I could very clearly see something big standing just outside our bedroom window.
There they were – two of the biggest, most horrible looking red eyes I could have ever imagined. They were like portals to the underworld, eyes red like freshly drawn blood, red like carnage and hate. I couldn’t move – I was frozen to the spot, my eyes locked on this horrible creature that stood just outside the window. I couldn’t even force myself to scream. My breathing seemed to stutter as I tried desperately to draw my next breath.
Suddenly, the monster outside let out a slow, rumbling growl. It sounded like a large angry dog snarling while holding something between its teeth. At this point, I was shaking I was so scared. I don’t know how long I stood there just staring at this thing, but the hellish moment seemed to last forever. Sure enough, though, the creature breathed visible breath against the window before stepping hard away. I watched it walk off into the distance.
As soon as I was sure it was gone, I covered the window with a spare blanket and cowered helplessly next to my mother. I wanted to wake her, but I didn’t. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep one bit that night. The next day, I spent most of my time trying to convince myself that it was all just a nightmare. Even still, I hope beyond hope that what I saw was simply just a terrible, and very very realistic dream. But, I clearly remember waking up, I remember the urge to go to the bathroom and the difficulty finding it. And I clearly remember staying up all those long hours after seeing that beast at the window.
Later during the same weekend, several of the geese were found killed. I saw the aftermath of the attack – blood and feathers scattered around in a frenzy. I also saw the bodies of the geese. Each had two large puncture holes in their necks, and their bodies were light and hollow of blood. Better yet, on the very same trees we kids were just playing on the previous day, there were massive claw marks raking down their trunks several feet up. We even found feathers near part of the fence. The part of the fence closest to our bedroom window that night. And where the feathers were, the fence had been busted open.
Because of everything that happened, I developed a fear of the dark and had constant nightmares for several years. Can you imagine that? A kid who grew up on farms and in nature, without a worry in the world, never even giving the dark a second thought, now petrified at the thought of bed time and dark windows.
Even now, I sometimes have nightmares of vivid memories of the creature. I can still hear its growl, see its red, glaring eyes. The scar is so deep, now, as a 27 year old man, I sleep with covered windows with the lights on.