I know I wasn’t hallucinating because my dog reacted to it before I did, and he was sacked out when it happened. We both looked at each other, then stood. I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a knife (like it would do me any good), then walked toward the hallway entrance. My dog had been standing there the entire time, looking up toward the ceiling. Standing there in front of us was a shadow. It was very tall and was only inches away from hitting its head on the ceiling.
My parents not usually strict but my aunt made sure I was disciplined. Spanking were not usual since my parents believe it has to only for major trouble. Do you want to get spanked was enough for us to stop doing any trouble. Or apologize. Because spankings in our house were once in blue moon and severe. It was never slapping around for small things like we used to see. My brothers were caned few times by my aunt who we used to live with us. She was basically our disciplinarian. They couldn’t sit for few days after the caning. I happened to walk across a small shop across the street and wanted to get a candy.
My mom refused. I just picked one opened the wrapper and started eating knowing well that my mom couldn’t refuse now and has to pay. Lot of people around saw what happened and my moms face was red. All I remember next was she dragging me to house. She was very angry and I have seen how my brothers were caned in their room. All she said was go to other room and don’t come out. I remember she calling my aunt and dad. Don’t know what they spoke and after 5 minutes my aunt was in room with 2 canes. There was no shouting or anger but a stern order to turn around and lie on my stomach.
All I remember next was she pulling my skirt up and gave me around 8–9 strokes. She told mom not to come in where punishment was taking place. All were on bums and hard. I was crying hard. She stopped turned me around and said the 2nd cane will be kept in my room from now on. I need to see that cane to make sure I keep out of trouble. My mom came in that night and checked my caning. Never do that again is only thing she said and left. Next day morning mom stopped by and applied some cream. No words exchanged. And that cane never left my room till my marriage.
So on Christmas Day I took our sons over to their house so they could spend time with him and their grandma. We started opening presents and his mom walks over to me and throws this piece of crap used ornament at me (yes she threw it hard) while giving me the nastiest look I’ve ever seen. Then she tells our sons that he is coming home with us so mom and dad could make up! Some of his cousins loaded him into my car before I could say a word. I had to help him to the bed (I was 5′2 and 105 lbs. and he was 5′10 at 225 lbs) and I was furious at them for getting my boy’s hopes up when everyone knew we were getting divorced.
The shadow had a somewhat human form. It had a basic human outline, but the rest of it was like black smoke. Its eyes, however, glowed red and would brighten and dim every so often. We all just stood there. My dog and I just stared at it and it just stared at us. Finally, I reached to my left where a lamp sat. I turned the lamp on and the shadow disappeared in a puff of smoke. When it disappeared, I heard an effeminate scream of pain and afterward, all I could smell was fire smoke.