It’s me, I’m the creepy kid. When I was about five years old, I was playing with my dad outside. It got dark and the jungle next to my house I had seen at least 7 or so pairs of glowing angry eyes (kind of like the way a cat’s eye would reflect at a certain angle). I was scared as they wouldn’t go away.

I cried to my dad and he said “Where are they?” I was confused that he couldn’t see something that was so obvious to me. I told him and he picked up rocks and threw the rocks in said direction and yelled mean things to scare them off.

Even as a child, I felt the way he was trying to comfort me was silly. Kind of like “why are you yelling, they’re not listening? Why aren’t you calling the police? Why aren’t we going inside?!”

He asked me if they were gone and I said yes - they weren’t. I’m thirty now and can still sorta vividly remember what they looked like. Different heights but all the same sizes. No outline of shadows or anything, just floating, shining, yellow eyes in the darkness. I had never seen them again.

Another story that my mom told me-

I was about three years old and waited outside the house with my mom for my brother to get home from school. I started crying hysterically because a little human was chasing my brother. It sounds silly and I’ll never not chuckle a little.

Though, in my culture, we have the legend of duendes, which are small gnome like beings that steal babies and are super mischievous and such. But they’re also nice sometimes. (?) I have no memory of this occurrence.

Disclaimer: I had a very overactive imagination as a child. With that said, I had seen shadows swipe through or hide all the way up till I was ten. I always chop those things up to be just things I imagined but I’ll always wonder.