Hi. Thanks for taking my call. So, I've been carrying this around for a long time, and I figured maybe your listeners have seen something similar. This happened when I was about nine years old, maybe ten. We were living on the far Westside of San Antonio, little house with a white picket fence around the yard. I remember my aunt was visiting from Austin that week. She was staying in my room with me, sleeping in the other twin bed. Anyway, it was the middle of the night when this happened. I don't know what time exactly, but it was late enough that everything was completely dark and quiet.
Something woke me up. Not a sound, exactly. More like a feeling. You know when you just know something's wrong? Like that uncomfortable sensation you get when someone's staring at you. I opened my eyes and I felt this pull to look at my window. I didn't want to. Every part of me was screaming not to look. But I couldn't help it. I turned my head toward the window, and that's when I saw him. There was a figure standing behind our fence. Just standing there in the yard. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could make out the outline clear as day. It was definitely a person. Tall. Human-shaped. But something about it wasn't right.
I couldn't see a face. Couldn't make out any features at all, really. But I could see he was wearing a hat. What I thought at the time was a pork pie hat, you know, with the flat top and the little brim around it. And some kind of coat or jacket. Then he started moving, and that's when I really knew something was wrong. He moved in this weird sideways motion, like he was sliding along the fence. The whole time he kept both arms stretched out, hands on the top fence post. Just sliding along with his arms out like that. And I could hear him. I could hear the dried leaves under his feet crunching with every step. hate that sound at night - Marcus' That sound is what told me this wasn't a dream. I was awake. This was real.
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