AND I read the story “What the Shadow People Want” and it reminded me of when I was a child and lived in a first-floor apartment in New York. Every night I saw shadows, but they were kind of gray, the room was shadowy, I had my eyes open and that's what I saw, gray shadows, like figures of people, many were coming in and out of my room through the door. They never looked at me or bothered me. They just walk. As if he was passing by. I thought it was normal. We lived there for several years. It stopped when we moved to Coney Island.
That's another story. But why did I see these gray figures? Demons or ghosts passing by? I just saw them and had no answers because I was little. Then things got out of control as I experienced further events at our next residence.
This time I didn't see shadows, I saw real figures and felt strange forces that scared the living daylights out of me. As time passed, I became curious and wanted answers.
take care of yourself
Rossana
