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The
Shadow People
It was an early Sunday morning, sleeping off the memories of the night before. My head pounding, I tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position to doze off. I turned and looked at the clock -- 'Ugh, 6am' I thought. I had just crept into bed a couple hours earlier and was not ready to wake. Finally, I drifted into a nice sleep but only to be woken by the sound of paper being crumpled or shuffled around in my room. I thought to myself 'What do my brothers want now?!" As I rolled over, I felt an odd chill run through my body. I looked up and saw a tall, black figure standing over me. I immediately froze. It's hands stretched out, reaching for me. It stood about 7 feet tall, solid black and had broad shoulders. I stared at it for at least a good 30 seconds, trying to make out what exactly it was. It didn't go away, it just stood there reaching for me. Getting closer... Like anybody would do, I hid under my covers too scared to move a muscle. I knew what I saw. It wasn't the drink playing tricks on me. I was totally sober now. Surprisingly enough, I fell asleep for a few more hours and woke up again at 1pm that afternoon. I kept my experience to myself, until one day my older brother told me of his occurrence. He told me to keep it confidential. And I did... Until now. My brother was a 24 year old grown man at the time. He's pretty strong guy, I guess you could say. One hot summer night, he went to bed and kept his bedroom door open a crack to let the air in. He told me that a solid black figure ran into his room and crouched down beside his bed. Needless to say, he ran out of his room screaming and crying. Yes, crying. Now, what could scare a grown man so much that it leaves him crying and screaming? My father went into his room with a baseball bat, but found nothing. And to this day, my brother and I don't say a thing about what we both saw. We saw the same thing - Shadow People. I know of many things
that go on in my home. At first, I thought I was literally going insane
with the things I was experiencing. Apparently not. After my older brother
confessed his stories of unexplainable happenings about the Shadow People
and the footsteps he has heard, I knew I was... partially sane... gettin'
there anyway. I told him of one particular experience where I was in
my basement. Alone. Not a good idea. Hearing no reply,
I continued with what I was doing. Five minutes later the door bell
rang again. At this point I
was some what annoyed. I really didn't feel like walking all the way
up the stairs, etc. Yes, I was especially lazy this day. So, of course,
I had no choice but to answer the door. There stood my younger brother
on the other side looking pretty ticked off. The End... Or is it? |
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When
I look back at all of the strange experiences I've had, I think this
one stands out the most.