My First Encounter

November 30, 2011 by guest

I been living in the same apartment building for a very long time. When we first moved in i was only 1 year old. My mom told me she was a little bit concerned because she had noticed a huge blood stain on the hall from the room going towards the restroom. The wall was painted & the apartment was remodeled. From what she says you were able to tell someone unstable and extremely troubled lived there.

My mother says she would always see something weird in the hall. it was not a shadow or light but more as if the air on that small part in the hall was seeable. Its texture was noticeable. She never brought it up to anyone though. She just decided to ignore it until these day.

When i was 3 years old my mom noticed i would always sit down in that hall to play. Did not play in the living or the balcony, only in the hall. She would hear me whisper but as a kid it was typical to say it was just child`s play. One night while my dad was at my aunts house along with my brother I was at home with my mom just the two of us. My mom was cooking and made a typical plate from her country so decided to take some to my neighbor.

She says that she just left me alone for a few seconds to go leave the plate. She said she felt very uncomfortable so she rushed back to the apartment. When she got there she noticed i was not in the living room or the kitchen. She rushed to the bedroom and from behind the door she could hear my voice and a mans voice. From what she tells me i was having a whole conversation with someone. When she opened the door i was sitting down in the hall, in the dark facing the part of the wall where the stain used to be. She asked me who i was talking to and i responded " El Muchacho" which means the young man. My mother as a catholic woman did the first thing that came to her mind which was light a candle and pray for that person in the apartment that had past away. She believes that you should always pray for the dead in order for them to rest in peace.

Till this day my mother has a frame with Jesus Christ`s hands on that hall. She has never seen anything since and neither have I. Im glad to know that whoever was there is finally resting.

This was just my First Encounter .

By: Lola.