u/RealVioletsAreBlue

this is a relatively short story and it’s my mom’s

for context my mom and I grew up in Puerto Rico near the middle of nowhere. when I mean nowhere I mean if you go on Google Maps and try to find our town it would be smack in the middle of the island miles from anything else. just steep unexplored valley’s for miles and miles

when my mom was about 5 or 6 she went to this very old church that doesn’t exist anymore, and it was a very old church with an out house near the woods next to the church.

my mom said she once went out there and in that out-house there’s a small window right above it (why? I don’t know)

she said she heard something. it’s been years that she can’t exactly remember what it said or what it sounded like but she’s very sure of one thing: it said her name.

mine you: my mom’s name is a uncommon spelling of a common name (for this story think of Kate or cate since my mom hates talking about this story)

after that she ran straight into the church. she never went back but she said while she was running she heard footsteps behind her that stopped when she got near the church.

sorry there’s no way to end this. but I just wanted to share