The Calling...
Have you ever heard a voice, maybe even of someone you may know,
call on you, but when you go to see and check--no one is there? We have a saying
for that here in Puerto Rico...."Pay it no mind, the translation goes, that's
just death calling, and you will know for it can never use the same "voice"
twice." And believe me--that's true! I myself have been "called" many times, but
have learned, at a very early age even, to never pay it any mind, and this story
will tell you why...
I was born on the island of St.Thomas, but raised in P.R.. There I
had a few experiences, and this one really scared the socks off me! I was about
between 6-10 at the time.
I got this bad urge to get dressed up and wait for my grandfather
to go out. My nana had asked me why I was all dressed up, I told her, and
thinking it was just "childish" things, paid me no mind. My grandfather had
already gone out, and was yet to return. I sat at the top of the stairs of the
garage, and patiently waited.
About 15-20 minutes of waiting went by, when I heard the voice of
my grandfather calling to me to go and open the main gate for him, [which is
about 300 feet away, or more, from the main house.] Doing as told, I went, only
to find he wasn't there, but proceeded to open it anyway. I but finally reached
the stairs again at the garage to sit back down, that I heard another voice, the
voice of a lady who we'd rented an apt. to, for me to go and close the
gate.
I did think it to be weird--but again did as told. Again no one
there!
As I left, this time I got a strange feeling of being watched. I
turned my head to look back at the gate to see something hiding at one corner of
it. I still remember it as if it were yesterday. Think of a dark, really all
black, shadow, [you can't see through it], with what seems to be wearing a coat
and hat from it's outline. It had red glowing eyes, and a lighter shade of red
seemed to "flow" through it diagonally. I guess it noticed I could see it, and
darted across the road, disappearing into the bush on the lower road on the
other side.
That was enough for me! I ran, [probably even faster than it did],
right back up to the main house straight to my nana and told her and my
grandmother what had happened. All through this, at the same time, my
grandfather pulled into the garage. My nana didn't believe me, and my
grandmother told me not to speak of such things to no one. It was later I
learned the saying.....and I never forget.
--Nina