After posting a couple of threads a little while back, I have finally decided to share an interesting event with you guys. The feedback I received
from the previous threads I mentioned were more than appreciated.
When I was 12-years-old, I attended an overly religious primary school. Uh, that's an Australian schooling term for 5/6-year-old to 12-year-old
students (Grade Prep to Grade 6). As with most Catholic schools, the grounds were shared with a church. The church obviously reaping benefits, such as
funding, from the school. The school's main oval extended directly behind the church and the the priest's house next door.
During our lunch break, my friends and I were playing with a soccer ball near the back of the priest's house. One of my friends kicked the ball too
hard, and it went flying up the narrow path between the side wall of the church and the short fencing of the priest's house. My friends were too
scared to retrieve the ball because that path was dubbed "out of bounds" by the teachers. I, who had very little regard for rules, decided to fetch
it.
There was a tall thin window on the side wall of the church, which looked into a tiny room. It was the room in which the priest prepared each day for
his sermons. Merely a room for his many coloured robes, haha.
Anyway, I walked up the path and retrieved the ball. For some reason though, on my way back to my friends, I decided to stop and look in the window.
There, on the other side of the glass, stood a tall black figure. I was a child, so it may not have been as tall as it seemed at the time. However, I
can still remember it in full detail. It was wearing what looked like a long flowing cloak with a hood. Where there should've been a face, I saw
nothing but pitch black. The clothing itself was a lighter shade than the hood's opening. The figure had no hands or feet, and seemed to "hover"
above the ground. I still remember the unnatural movement the bottom of the clock made. It was a sort of "zigzagging" effect (for lack of a better
term).
Obviously, my immediate instinct was to run away. I told my friends what I had seen, but they didn't believe me. However, they were curious. Each of
them had a look inside the window, but they saw nothing. After regaining a bit of composure, I decided to scale the back wall of the church and
investigate a different window.
I honestly can't remember how many windows in total were at the back of the church. The window I investigated showed a clear view (on an angle) of
the priest's altar in the main gathering room. From there, you could see the choir's box and the side chairs, as well as the doorway into the
previously mentioned room.
When I peered inside that window, I saw the black figure again. It was floating slowly from inside the tiny room, which had its door completely open,
moving in my direction. Once again, I jumped in fear and ran. By that point, my friends probably thought I was leading them on. So, I told them that
we'd all look through the window together at the same time.
We approached the window as a group. As soon as we did, I saw the figure again. This time, however, it was directly behind the glass like it had been
when I saw it for the first time at the side of the church. And once again, I ran away. My friends didn't have the same reaction though. They
continued staring through the window. They couldn't see the figure at all.
It has been almost 10 years, but I still remember that day as if it happened half an hour ago.
Tell me what you think.