One Summer, my parents and I went to San Antonio, Texas to get away from people and problems. We decided to go to the Riverside Mall and look around. It seemed like a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary. But then we went outside to walk along the "river..." Among a small group of pigeons was the strangest pigeon I've ever seen! The pigeon was completely black! I stared at it as we walked past, and it stared back. Some of the other pigeons flew away in fright, but the black pigeon didn't budge.
That night, we went back to the Riverwalk for dinner. The river water looked pitch black in the darkness, and I had no way of knowing how deep the water was. I'm not very good at swimming at all, and I'm terrified of drowning, so I kept a wary eye on the water. On the river's edge was another black pigeon, staring and watching as I passed by.
It reminded me of a time, years ago, when I was in elementary school. My mom was going to drop me off at school, and we were almost there. I stared out the window toward some houses. A fluffy black cat was trotting across people's yards, staring at me and keeping pace with the car. My mom was driving slowly, of course. I glanced away for a mere moment, and when I looked back out the window, the cat had vanished.
Some time after our trip to San Antonio, my mother's parents moved in with us. While I was on the computer, someone's shadow shifted over the right side of the computer screen. When I looked directly at the shadow, it quickly moved into another shadow to disappear, and I turned around to look behind me. No one was there. The next day, I overheard my mom complaining to her mom about seeing a shadow out of the corner of her eye.
She said "I used to see them all the time when I was little, and sometimes they came as a black animal! You two must have brought them with you!"
Several days later, when I got home from school and my mom got home from work, my grandma told us that she had done the laundry and left the basket of clean clothes on the couch in the den. Technically, the den and the kitchen are the same room, but we divided them into two rooms with an imaginary line. Grandpa Derrel and grandma were sitting in the kitchen, when grandma saw a human-shaped shadow out of the corner of her eye. The next thing they knew, the clothes basket flew off of the couch and across the den.
My friend Carol was living with us, too. I had to share my room with her. She swears she saw a shadow out of the corner of her eye and that it tried to punch her in the face. I called the shadows "shadow spirits," and when my grandparents moved out, we stopped seeing the shadow spirits.
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