Okay so this story is very old. But reading all these stories motivated to share my own experience. So I’m 21 now and this happened maybe when I was around 8 or 9? I’d be lying if I said I remembered, but anyways. I live in Miami since I was 7, used to live in the Redlands for a good year or two? Yeah something like that. My step dad had a sister in which we lived with. Beautiful family you know nothing different about them to every other Hispanic family in Florida. But that’s not what I’m here to speak about. Soooooo! When my parents and I moved out and we would go and visit them a lot the streets have no lights so the high beams of our car always had to be on just so we can see in front of us. So let’s start one day my dad gets a call from his sister saying she can’t find her husband, he said he’d do to his brothers house that was only a mile away from their home, but he left his wallet and phone home. Something he never does! She went to his brothers house and he told her he was there but said he was tired and left because he didn’t want to get home to late either! Mind you this was around 11 at night if I’m not mistaken. Anyways, my dads sister decided to drive back home assuming he was there already or on his way at least, but that wasn’t the case. She was 5 blocks away from her home driving on the street, remember the streets have no lights and every house isn’t that close to each other. So 2 blocks into driving those 5 blocks she noticed her husbands car parked in the side. Odd? Why would he be parked there when there is no home around there let alone his own? So she stops to check if it was his car or not and t was. He wasn’t in the car though. She notices odd stuff in the car, rope, notes, a cigar a knife. When she turns around to see if he’s around, two trees down she notices him, but not in a stable manner. When she got close her husband had hung himself between two trees because he was a heavy man so doing that would hold him well. May he Rest In Peace! Anyways months past and my cousin and I were walking from his friends house late at night back to his place and wel the only street we had to pass was there street where his father hung himself. He grabbed his flashlight and I grabbed mine and we turned it on so we can see better. Once the lights were on we both see this figure but not like a normal figure of such sort but a tall heavy looking man standing there looking at us. We were met sure if it was him or anything but whatever it was wasn’t giving off a good vibe! We kept waking forward a bit to see if it was a person or really a “ghost” and when we did the figure turned and ran well more like glided straight to the tree where his father had died! When we saw that we ran! Like no tomorrow without looking back! Till this day my cousin says when he goes to his friends house and passes by there he sometimes sees the figure and thinks it’s his father.... what do you guys think?