INWhen I was about nine years elderly, my mother told me a story about what she saw in the jungle. It was my cousin Alicia's 5th birthday. My mother's car was blocking someone else's exit. So she went to move so the other person could leave. She tried to start the car, but for some strange reason it wouldn't start. She tried to start the car herself because she was on a slight slope. After several attempts, she went to call one of her nephews to aid her push the car.
When she returned to the car with her nephew, she told him to watch out for children behind the car before rolling the car. When she finally got the car started, she looked in the rearview mirror to see if the bank was clear and there was a little girl standing behind the car. She then slammed on the brakes and honked her horn. Her nephew ran up to her to see what she was talking about. She told him there was a little girl behind the car. He looked around and saw no one. After blowing off steam, she parked in the same spot. She gets out of the car and in the jungle she shines a semi-shiny flashlight on the same little girl she saw behind her car. By the time she called my cousin to see what she had seen, the girl was gone and out of sight. She came home trying to find that little girl she saw. No one even came close to describing it. When I ask my mom about it, she always says she probably imagined it.
