Hi everyone, it’s been a while since I’ve written on my blog. It must be said that I’m a student, and even with the lockdown, I still have projects to make and I’ve even begun my remote computer science internship last week. I lock myself in my bedroom and sometimes persist so much to find errors in my code that I work until late at night. But I’m not here today to talk about my studies. I’m hoping to free my mind a little about the experience that I lived yesterday evening. My hands are still shaking and I wonder if this lock-up over the past month is starting to drive me crazy.

	I live with my two brothers and my parents in a house in the countryside. My dad built a wooden cabin in the garden last year, it’s a few meters apart from my window. This cabin is used to play sports, there are equipments such as free weights, a rowing machine and a fitness mat. I admit, this is very practical, especially these days, so I alternate with my mum to work out there regularly.

	Yesterday evening, around 6pm, I wanted to do a small break during my work, so I opened my window and took a great breath of fresh air. It had just rained and it smelt so good outside. I turned my head to the left and saw the light filtering through the drawn curtains of the wooden cabin. We usually do not switch on the light at this time of the day because the sun still lights the room enough. But heavy rain clouds made the atmosphere dark, almost eerie. Behind the lit curtains, I suddenly noticed the silhouette who was just standing there, very still. It must have been my mum, that great music lover, who was doing a workout and staying motionless for the time to choose a song on her phone. Nothing was more normal. I stayed a few more seconds at the window before closing it and starting my work again.

	An hour later, I decided to stop what I was doing and put it off. I was feeling strangely oppressed. I just opened my door and from my room, I found the usual noises of the house : my little brother typing frantically on his keyboard, my big brother screaming full-blown in his headset during a game online with his friends and my dad playing on his phone. No sign of my mum, she was probably still in the cabin. Before I sat down at my desk to watch videos on Youtube, I opened my window again to check if it was really the case, because thinking about it doesn’t sound like her to play sports at this time of day, she says it keeps her from sleeping at night. I leaned over and my heart missed a beat.

	This time, the door of the cabin was wide open and I was now sure that it was my mum who was there, at least it was clearly her silhouette that was cut out on the light of the room, but I could not distinguish her face clearly. What froze my blood was her way of standing stiff like a pole on the threshold of the door, staring at me with eyes wide open, frozen in an indecipherable expression and similar to two beads glistening in the light of the moon. Also, there was no sound coming from the room, only the poignant silence of the night. It was way too weird ! My mom never makes that kind of joke. I stayed in that moment weighing a few seconds before I found the use of my voice again and told her “What are you doing ? Don’t you want to come home now ?” She didn’t answer anything and stood still. Paralyzed by a growing fear, I stayed for a few seconds without moving from my room before yelling “Stop it, you’re freaking me out!”. Then I quickly closed the window, uncomfortable, before deciding to go and tell my dad about it. I burst into the living room and stopped short : my mum was sitting peacefully on the couch, in her pink dressing gown listening to podcasts with her headset, next to my father. When she saw me, she immediately asked me what was wrong. I couldn’t answer right away. Who the hell was that in the cabin then ?