Shadow People

The first experience I had with a shadow person was when I was around age 5. I believe (because of the date) that my mother may have been at the hospital giving birth to my younger brother, which is why I was spending the weekend with my grandparents. 

When I stayed at Grandma's house, I slept in a small guest room that had only a twin bed, a night stand, and a closet. The room had two windows- one just above the head of the bed, and one on the adjacent wall to the left, perpendicular to the closet. These windows allowed just enough light in from the street that I was able to make out shapes even when the lights were out.

After my grandma had tucked me in for the night, I lie awake, just glancing around the room, probably bored, because I wasn't sleepy yet but wasn't allowed to get out of bed either. Out of nowhere, I noticed movement in the corner, near the closet. Because of the window, I could see the outline of a man, standing right in front of the closet. I remember being terrified, my heart pounding. I kind of froze, not able to cry out or even tear my eyes away from the figure. 

It was just standing there, not moving, but I noticed that every time I would blink, it would suddenly be closer to me than before. So I lay there, afraid to blink, but also afraid to keep looking at the thing. Even though the light from the windows should have illuminated any features or clothing the man had, the thing remained completely black, blacker than black. I blinked again and when I opened my eyes, it was closer. This time I was determined to get someone in the room to get this man away from me!

I squeezed my eyes shut (somewhere in my mind I was imagining the thing moving closer to me) and screamed for my grandma. After a few seconds, she came rushing in, turning on the lights, asking me what happened.

The thing was gone, but I was still terrified, heart pounding, out of breath, and hysterical. Grandma hugged me as I told her about the man in my room. She rocked me and told me it was just a bad dream. I kept insisting that I hadn't been asleep, but as I was only 5 years old, I wasn't taken seriously.

That's the first time I remember seeing a shadow person, but I have seen them several times throughout my life- both at the house I grew up in, and in a couple of other places I have lived since. They are always the same- blacker than black, but somehow "smokey" in appearance too. 

According to people who research the Shadow People, they are not spirits of people who were once alive. They have never been alive. The best way to describe them is "dark entity". They supposedly linger around people who have depression, abuse, trauma, or other negative emotions, and they feed off of these emotions, so it's in their best interest to keep you unhappy and afraid, which is why they will appear. Animals can see them clearly, especially cats, who will often stare at them and hiss, even though the humans in the room can't see what they are reacting to. 

If you have Shadow People in your home or around you, one way to get rid of them is to pray for your release from these beings, and to perhaps have your home and yourself blessed by a priest. There are other ways if you are not the religious type, as well. 

The Beginning

I decided to create this blog to document and share my experiences with the paranormal and the supernatural. I have been able to sense and see things that others couldn't ever since I was a little child, and though most of my friends and family members know this about me and accept it, there are always skeptics. It's understandable. If you have not experienced these types of things, it sounds like absolute science fiction.

The first thing I ever remember experiencing was in a large craftsman style house that my grandparents lived in. When I was around three years old, my mother was carrying me on her hip through the dining room of the house, when suddenly the only window in the room raised itself up to the "open" position, then, just as suddenly, slammed itself back down with a loud bang!

My mother gasped, then, remembering that I was there and observing her reaction, she chuckled and whispered "Poltergeist." and continued through the house as before.

She never said another word about that event, but I never forgot it, and later, I would hear countless stories of strange things like that going on in that very house while my family lived there. I initially believed it was the house. But over the years, after going over and over the paranormal happenings in my family, I now believe that it was not the house, but that it was actually my family that was essentially haunted.

This is the kind of thing I will talk about in this blog. I am a Christian and my blog posts will often contain elements of my beliefs. Comments are welcome, but if they are inappropriate or rude, they will be deleted.