This happened a very long time ago, I was between 2 1/2 and 3 yrs. old. So, 1966? It’s the first paranormal experience I remember.

The time of day was late afternoon and it was still sunny and clear outside. I was looking out of a window while I was standing on our couch in the living room. My Mom and Dad were in the kitchen making lunch, and I saw him standing at the end of our driveway. I was fully awake, I didn’t say anything at first we just stared at each other.

He was a solid black figure, blacker than black. The hat looked like a flat, wide-brimmed Spanish hat and he was wearing a cape and looked like The Zorro Movie character I saw 20 years later in a film. There was no face, no eyes but I knew it was staring right at me. He was absolutely evil, and I was filled with the feeling of terror and dread. I let out a piercing scream. My dad ran into the room to see what was going on. I pointed and said, “It’s Mr. Death!”

He was gone, of course, but my mom had a miscarriage shortly after. This happened in Redwood City, CA. We are descendants of the Spanish settlers of California, and those immigrants said they saw similar figures watching them in the Santa Lucia Mt. Range as they moved north. So, I wonder if there’s a connection?