AND He was about 10 years ancient. It was Good Friday in Brooklyn Ny, and my mother woke up, listening to music. My mother entered the shower and that's what I was a bit nervous there. Why? I don't know. I sat on the couch and heard the steps, thinking that it was my mother. I didn't bother to turn around. Because she had passed some time because she had to give me to get to her room, I turned to see what she was doing. She wasn't there. I went to the bathroom and she was still taking a shower. When she left, I told her and she said, “It's terrifying, I saw a tall shadow through the veil!” That's where I wanted to hurry and go to my aunt's house. When she made her hair, singing together with the radio, we heard an open and slack front door, and we heard the man says: “It's damn pretty, sing!” We both went to the door because I was really afraid at the moment and I didn't want to be at home anywhere. When we went to the door, we saw a shadow approaching us. I closed my eyes and caught my mother and it was there that a frigid wind passed.
From that day I am begging my mother to let me stay at my aunt's house, because strange things did not end. We have always seen shadows and from time to time something would say something when we had music or if the TV was a little louder than usual.
