She was walking up the flight of stairs. She had to go up to keep the stack of folded linen in the cupboard.
It was like any normal walk up. She was thinking of her next chore in her To Do List. As she neared the top of the stairs, she saw something through the open doorway of the back bedroom. There was no direct sunlight after 12 noon. It was an optimum time to enjoy the view without the glaring rays of the sun.
What she saw sent a chill through her body.
A black man stood at the windows. He was looking out. He wasn’t wearing any clothes. His color covered his body decently. There were not sensitive parts to be seen. He had a head, arms, torso and legs.
The figure felt her eyes on him. He spun around. Then she saw its eyes. She read fear on the black face.
She was not a racist with the use of the adjective black. The black figure was not a human. Its eyeballs had no distinction between pupils and eye white. The eyes were solid black balls. The face was black. Yet the eyeballs could be differentiated from the rest of the face. The head was black without hair, but there was no scalp. Or the scalp was black. The crown of the head was black, same as the rest of the head, neck and body. There was no distinction of boundaries. The whole figure was black.
He seemed to be terrified at being seen. He rushed out of the bedroom door, ran across the staircase landing, to the front end of the house, entered the front bedroom, and disappeared.
There were two other family members in the house and they were sitting in the living room.
The reader may doubt that the other two family members could have dressed up as the black man. But no. The height, build, eyeballs were impossible to replicate. It looked like no human being.
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