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human
>prolly 7 years old
>in garden
>see shadow person in kitchen
>looks like wearing cloak, yellow glowing eyes
>approach
>teleports to living room
>go into living room and approach again
>memory end there
wooooooo spoooooooky
gpt
My mom shared a story with me when I was little, so this is kind of her entry and my recollection of it. She was walking in the woods in Bethel Park PA at around age 8 with her older sister (my aunt) and two school friends and they were laughing and joking and one of the older kids was trying to act tough, saying if anyone jumped out at them he would kick their ass, etc. At that moment, this huge bush a few feet away from them instantaneously catches fire and this huge old black car comes roaring out of the flames, heading right toward the group of them. They all scatter, when my mom realizes almost immediately that my aunt wasn't running with her. She turns around to grab her arm and the car is gone, the bush is immaculate. It was as though it never happened. From that day and to this very day, my mom, who is the toughest bitch to ever live, tears up if I ever ask her about it...because to her, it was goddamn real. Whether it was or wasn't. 

By the way, that aunt, the one who froze and who saw more of it than everyone else? She never spoke about it to my mom or anyone else for that matter afterward. Not then, not ever. She was the sweetest woman alive and would have moved the world for me. She couldn't have kids of her own, so she always fawned over me when I was little. I only saw what I thought was anger (and probably fear) in her eyes once in my life: we were sitting on the couch at my grandparents house and out of the blue I asked her to 'tell me about the car'.