The story

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This happened about five years ago. First, here is a bit of a backstory to what happened.

It was the beginning of April when this happened, and the middle of spring break. The weather was nothing but heavy thunderstorms for a day or so, when my family and I heard a loud howling noise. At first, we had no idea it was a tornado. Living in North Carolina, we never really got to experience a tornado before so it was terrifying. I remember hearing my mom's yell for my brothers and I to get in the hallway and get on the floor.We were babysitting two kids at that time, Ty and Joey.

While Ty was just a young kid, about 4 and knew how to follow directions, Joey was only a year old. We had to somehow keep them calm while hoping and praying that the tornado didn't hit our house. We sat there for about 30 minutes just waiting until my mom said we could get up.

The power hand cut out during the storm and the street behind us was destroyed, as well as my school. There had been twin F3 tornados that had touched down and wrecked havoc. After a while, my moms left and met up with the mother of the children we were babysitting, leaving my brothers and I at home.

But that's not where the main part of this story is.

About two days after the tornados hit, there was still no power. On this particular night, we were babysitting a few more kids because their parents didn't seem to care as long as they didn't have to care for them.

It was getting late, around 8 PM so it was almost completely dark, and I lit some candles around the house so that we can see where we were going. I finished the candles in the living room and my room, moving on to the kitchen. My two younger brothers and the two siblings we were watching (George and Mia), were in the kitchen as well. I lit the one on the counter and then went to light the one on the table.

The table was in front of a large, slide open window that had no curtains or shutters. As I turned away to head back to my room after the candle was lit, I hear my brother ask in his nine year old voice, "What's that?"

I saw him pointing to the window and I turned. What I saw made my heart pound in my chest, and I cry thinking about it even today.

There was something moving across our backyard. I had, and still have, no idea what the hell it was. The best I can describe it... It was dark. Like burnt skin stretched across bones. It was so tall. Its legs and arms extremely long compared to that of a normal person. Even its fingers were noticeably long. My breath caught and i tried my hardest not to move. I whispered to the kids to go to my room and be quiet.

As they were backing away, it started climbing the tree that was in the middle of our back yard, near the window. I was starting to back away myself before it turned and looked right at me. I'm crying just typing this.

I can never forget its eyes.

The eyes were large and terrifying. The reflected the moonlight and were an eerie yellow color. I can never forget those eyes as they bore into my own.I swear to God that was the scariest moment of my life. I couldn't stand there any longer, so I turned and ran to my room, shutting the door and standing as far from my window as possible. The others were on my bed and the small chest i had on the opposite wall. I ended up calling my mom and telling her everything as fast as my 11 year old self could. She told me I would be fine and to just stay in my room. They were on the way home. I knew she didn't believe me, she still doesn't. She ended up coming home and my other mom went around back with a flashlight, finding nothing.

No one remembers this. My brothers don't even remember, and they tell me I made it up. I know what I saw, and I know that I didn't imagine it.

I can't go near windows at night anymore, and I always keep the curtains drawn. I still feel uneasy at night and I try my hardest to think of other things but it always comes back to my mind.

And I can never, ever forget those yellow eyes.  

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