Isaiah

He said at first that it looks like a human, but now he's not so sure.

So I think it's just kind of like a tall shape.

I don't think he sees eyes or anything like that.

I think it's just silhouette.

Because they're both in denial that it's even a person.

They're like, is it like a giant board or something?

there's like three jackets piled on top of a horse you know it's fine everyone has those it's just jackets that's a horse that's a horse with jackets that's what they do immediately chugging juice

Yeah.

Chris is talking to his friend.

He's like, yeah, my mom says I should hang out with him more because he doesn't really, doesn't get a lot of friends.

So we slipped on our trainers and opened the back door, stepping onto the patio.

I felt the air was heavy and warm that night.

Chris walked behind me.

We stood very close to the door, peering at the back fence.

Should we?

I had just started to speak when he quickly stepped into the house again, still looking at the fence.

I asked, following him in.

I turned and realized that the figure was gone.

It was obvious from the light coming from the back door that the fence and the rest of the garden was just as it always was.

If it was leaning against the fence, it probably fell over into a bush or something.