10 November 2015 | November 2015
When I was still in elementary school, around 1995, our classes were only half a day so I would go home and stay there alone until my parents returned from work, which wasn’t usually until six in the evening. Each afternoon, as I watched television alone in the living room, I would always notice the silhouette of a Black Lady going up the stairs. I only saw her out of the side of my eye and when I look at her directly, she disappeared.
At first, I thought this was just my imagination, or probably something wrong with my eyesight.
One day, as my older brother and I were playing and telling stories, he mentioned that sometimes he notice a Black Lady like shadow going up the stairs and eventually vanishing. That’s when I realized that what I had been seeing was not simply my imagination.
Since that point, whenever I was alone at home, I would go hang outside or ask my friends to play in our house until my parents came back.
As I grow older, the Black Lady’s appearances have became less and less. Or maybe it just came out of my mind. Until now, even when I stay alone at home for days, the Black Lady is not appearing anymore.
But I can’t say I miss her…
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