Night was over, lady was gone. I felt so sad because I was so attached to her, she was my best friend and I already missed her but at the same time I never saw her so angry, her entire face changed when she got mad, she seemed so evil, it was the first time I felt afraid of her. And I never really understood what she meant when she said her time was ending... Anyway, mom, sis and me were finally back home, the lady that was renting the home was gone and our things were moved back in (btw the lady that rented our home while we were in the US was a Santera, the people that work with black magic and kill animals for their rituals). At first I kept expecting to see this lady at any time, I thought she would come up out of the blue but it didn't happen so I can say I felt she was really gone.
Not even two weeks had passed by of being back home and I started to feel a presence but I knew in my heart it wasn't her, just didn't feel like her plus I had this feeling it was a man. I shared my room with my sister, so thank God I felt safe in the sense that if something appeared I wouldn't be alone (my sister was only 10 years old but I was only 7 so at least she was older and could protect me lol:P)
One night I had this urge of going to the bathroom, problem is, the bathroom was like 20 feet away down the hall and mom didn't like us turning on the lights when we had to go to the bathroom because she is a light sleeper and it would wake her up:-S, still I really had to go! So I went slowly, peeking from the door to the hall problem is right away I knew someone or something was watching me, I started looking further, focusing on the shadows, my eyes were dragged to the end of the sofa, it was very hard to focus but in between the shadows there he was, staring at me, I couldn't see his face clearly, but I felt his eyes on me, he had this smile on him, like saying "I am here", funny thing is I still felt safe with him, like he was taking care of us, specially me, I felt he was keeping the lady away from me, at this point I would see him like my protector, He was very tall, around 6'5, thin, he looked very elegant, to tell you the truth he looked more like an Italian Mafia Guy (btw my grandfather's father on my father's side was Italian), he would even had a mafioso hat on him.
Sometimes my mom would feel a person sitting down, or laying down her bed, she would even feel him in the car while she was driving but never really saw him. Every time I'd see him he would always be sitting on the sofa (at the end of the hall) with his right leg crossed, in his right hand a Tobacco, and always smiling at me. I never really got to talk to him, he never got beside me. Years went by, I kept seeing him but nothing ever happened, he never spoke to me, all he did was smile.
When I was about 15 things started to get worse, not with him but with other things. In my next story I will talk to you about the beast.
If anyone can please tell me how they feel about this tall gangster guy, and what he wanted, I would really want to hear about it.