Hello. I've been thinking about this for years, and I finally decided I needed to tell someone. My name is Lisa, and back in 1994 I was a student at Ariel School in Ruwa. I was eleven years old when it happened. It was September 16th, a Friday. Beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky. We had morning break at ten o'clock, and all us kids went outside to play. The teachers were having some kind of meeting inside, so it was just us and the tuckshop lady. I remember I'd been arguing with my best friend earlier that week about something stupid, and I was still annoyed about it. There were about 250 kids outside that day, ages six to twelve. We went to this expensive private school just outside Harare, so there were kids from all different backgrounds. White kids, black kids, Asian kids. I was in fifth grade at the time. We were playing near the edge of the field, you know, where it gets all rough and overgrown. There's this area of long grass and thorn bushes, trees growing all wild, thick undergrowth. We weren't supposed to go in there, but we'd play right up to the edge of it.
So I'm standing there with maybe a dozen other kids, and someone points up at the sky. There's this silver thing, like a disc, floating above the treeline. Just hanging there. And then there's another one, maybe two more, I couldn't tell exactly. They were glinting in the sun, reflecting light. They weren't making any sound. That's what got me first, how quiet it was. No engine noise, nothing. They just sort of drifted down toward the rough area, moving along the power lines, and then they dropped lower into the trees and bushes. Some of the younger kids started screaming and running back toward the school building. But a bunch of us, mostly the older kids, we stayed and watched. I don't know why I didn't run. I was scared, sure, but I couldn't look away. The thing settled down in the brush, maybe a hundred meters from where we were standing. It was round, metallic, about the size of a small car. And that's when I saw him.
There was a figure standing next to the craft. About a meter tall, maybe a little more. He was dressed all in black, this shiny black suit that looked almost wet in the sunlight. Long black hair, straight hair, not like African hair at all. But his face. I'll never forget his face. His eyes were huge and elongated, and they sat lower on his cheeks than normal eyes should be. The mouth was just a slit, barely there. I could hardly see any ears. He just stood there, looking at us. Some of the black kids around me started crying. They were saying it was a zvikwambo, a tokoloshe. You know, the evil goblins from the old stories. They thought it was going to eat them. One girl was sobbing so hard she could barely stand. I thought at first maybe it was the gardener from the school, but then I got a better look and knew that was wrong. This wasn't a person. This was something else entirely.
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