Balcony Above Hell

So this happened a couple of years ago. I think it was back in 2006, so I must've been 8 and so my brother was like 6 or 7 years old. Our grand-parents had just moved from their home to an apartment. We did really miss the house, because we did great stuff in there. Allways joking around and playing games with our grandparents. We had a great time. But we knew we were going to have lots of fun in the apartment, especially because it had a balcony.

As young kids, my brother and I were really exited to go on the balcony. And when the house was furnished, we were allowed to go on it. It wasn't that high, it was on the second floor or of the building. My brother and I had always wanted a balcony ourselves. So we thought about great jokes we could do with a balcony. Dropping objects off it for example.

We entered the balcony. It was a rather small one, but we were really exited. We stayed there for a long time, while our parents were sitting on the new couches. We stood there for a while, laughing about the thought that we could throw water over a person walking by. At first, we looked at the view for a while. We could see the river, and the fire fighters base, the mall and gas station.

After looking at the view for a while, we both looked down to the ground, spying at the people passing by. While looking down, a head suddenly appeared on the balcony beneath us, looking at us. It had the shape of a human face, but it certainly wasn't. It looked like a mask, or facial paint, resembling Darth Maul from star wars ( i didn't know Darth Maul back then ) but it wasn't the same. We didn't know what it was, but it looked evil, kinda satanic. It looked us straight in the eyes and said Don't Spit in a creaking, almost grunting-like, voice. After saying that it disappeared.

We ran inside, telling our parents and grand parents what happened. We were completely flabbergasted and did not dare to go on the balcony anymore.

As years passed by, we kinda forgot about it. But recently, when I my grandma came over, it popped into my mind. I asked my grandma what it could've been. She said it could've been the man who lived in the same building because he uses mariuana often. But that guy lived above her, so he could not have been it. And the people who lived in the apartment under my grandparents' are really old people. Not likely to do such a thing.

The next day, the newspaper came. Usually I never read it, but now I felt like I needed to. And there it was, a small article about the tragic death of a 8 year old boy, who died because he fell of a balcony. Witnesses claimed that he was spitting down on people and he fell off because he was leaning over the fence.

This caught my attention. I think the weird face was something from hell. Because we were looking down to the ground, and the hell is often seen as something that's beneath us, isn't it?