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The original was posted on /r/paranormal by /u/O1O1O1O1O11 on 2025-04-21 19:17:15+00:00.
I have posted as an answer in another thread but as I have finally taken the courage to take it out of my chest, I’ll widely share it in its own thread. Here it goes:
I have these neighbours in a tiny European old town. They are a family whose matriarch was born there and their lineage goes back 5-10 generations, always residing there. It’s the country side and they have owned and worked the land for centuries.
They are not good people, but I never thought of them as bad people, just nosy neighbours. So 15 years ago I bought an old house and a barn there. The place was 400-500 years old and required a lot of work to be liveable again so this family didn’t mind me and were more or less welcoming or neutral to me becoming their new neighbour.
Fast forward two years post Covid, my old house restoration is finished, I have also built a new house in the land behind and the barn is being renovated into a beautiful stone house. Now the family neighbours see me as a threat to their Airbnb business and start creating problems and attacking my construction permits.
I motored through just thinking they were going to move on and accept that I too would eventually rent my charming buildings out. But they don’t and the older son, who is in his 50s and still lives with his parents, shows up across my living room with a scythe in a dark winter late afternoon. He is 30m from my partner, our baby daughter and myself in a rural track that leads to the ocean.
Our relationship being strained by their constant harassment, I avoid confrontation and tell my partner to stay in while I check if all doors are locked. He stays there, angling the scythe as in a ritual, the night falls and his shadow is still there, in a dance that mix posture with some branches and high grass cuts. It lasted 2 or 3 hours, my partner was spooked and I was considering my options.
I shared this with a cop friend of mine who told me to officially report it in the station which I didn’t. That same night, I wake up around 3 am to pee and as usual I look out of the skylight towards the ocean. 300m south, the edge of the cliff is visible and that rural track bordering my land takes a few turns up to the cliff and then disappears dropping into the ocean 70m bellow.
There was some moon light which made this landscape visible. And right where the track meets the horizon and drops into the ocean, there was a green light human figure more or less swinging in a trance like. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Then, while I was still watching that surreal sight, a thick carpet of fog started covering the cliff, and the green light figure came through the track floating on the edge of the fog and disappeared behind my hedge pretty much where the older son was practicing his scythe-foo earlier on.
I felt the hair on my back stand up and went back to bed wondering what in hell had I just witnessed. A few days later, when I was finishing tidying up my garden by dusk, more or less 3m behind the hedge across the track where the older son had done his crazy scything and the green thing had disappeared, I felt a strong pain in my chest and was taken to the nearest hospital. I had had a heart attack.