What do the shadow people want?
medoes anyone remember my story about those shadow people at the end of my bed, right? Well, I've been working up the courage to turn off the lights and face them for a while now, and last night I decided it was time. I spent most of the evening watching as much TV as I could, trying not to get distracted by what I was supposed to be doing. Around 11 p.m. I finally told myself it was time and trudged to my room. My blankets were thrown back, although I don't remember doing it myself before (I have a bad habit of not making my bed), but I just shrugged as my imagination fell onto my back, staring at the ceiling. I didn't even bother turning on the lithe when I walked inside, and the only lithe was a petite streak of yellow lithe that peeked from the edge of my blinds from the porch lithe.
I pulled the blankets up to my chin and continued to stare wide-eyed at the ceiling. I couldn't relax enough to close my eyes and I kept telling myself they wouldn't come unless they thought I was asleep. I finally managed to ponderous my breathing a little and half-close my eyes when I spotted one of them out of the corner of my eye. He stood to my right, next to the nightstand where the one who always told others to leave me alone stood. I started to panic and tried to think about my inner peace. It's kind of where I go when I feel threatened or scared. The shadow didn't do anything, just stood there and looked at me, I felt its eyes looking straight at my face.
I sighed and turned to my side, as if I was simply moving in my sleep, to get a better look at the shadow. I couldn't see anything through it, he was really towering, but that's all I could see. I still looked at it with half-open eyes and asked the question loudly in my head: “Who are you and what do you want?”
At that moment the shadow disappeared and I became very irate because it took me so long to gain the courage to communicate with them and turn off the lithe, and the thing just disappears! I sat down and asked loudly: “What are you afraid of? Me? Coward…”. which probably wasn't the best word because it was provocative and I had no intention of being provocative, whatever it was. I was just very irate.
I should tell you now that I usually leave the door open about an inch so my cat can come in and out, but that night I closed it. Well, the doorknob turned and my door was thrown open. I expected my mother or brother to tell me to keep peaceful, but there was no one there. I was staring into the murky dining room and it felt like several shadows passed me very quickly. I don't know why, but I looked at the clock on the VCR and saw that it was two in the morning
Then, scariest of all (mainly because it took me by surprise), I turned on the stereo that's on the shelf across from my bed and the song The Quiet Place by In Flames started playing as raucous as it could through my speakers. And for those who don't know who In Flames are, they are a massive metal band and The Quiet Place is one of their heaviest songs. My stereo seemed to turn itself on because the remote was on it and the CD with the song wasn't included, it was in it when I went to bed that night. I know because I took it out of the stereo earlier in the day while I was working out.
Because my door was open, everyone in the house could hear the music, and my mom ran into my room just as I jumped out of bed with my hands behind my ears to turn off the raucous guitar and screaming lyrics. I turned it off and my mother chewed me out: “If you can't sleep and need music, keep the door closed and turn the volume down!”
After this whole incident, I sat with the lithe on, wide awake, until about 6 a.m. before I managed to fall asleep.
The only thing that upset me last night, or rather this morning, was the fact that the shadow didn't answer my questions.
Hanging barn
Tthis happened to me about 3-4 years ago. My friend Andy and I were in an elderly abandoned barn taking photos and videos of the place just because we were bored. When we were there it was probably between 2 and 3 in the afternoon. Andy decided to go into the barn to check it out and see what photos we could take inside. I stayed to the side to set up the cameras on tripods. I was getting a good focus when I saw a hawk flying over the same barn that Andy had just entered. I followed it with my 35mm camera and as it flew over the barn I noticed a figure standing on the roof of the barn (remember I can see it through the camera lens). I moved the camera away from my face and looked up, but there was nothing there. I put the camera back to my face and the figure was still there. I started taking photos as I called for Andy to come out of the barn. He got out and I told him to grab the camera and start recording where my camera was pointing. He did so and we both watched through our lenses as the figure came down from the edge of the barn, saw the shadow of the rope learning, and then nothing. We were pretty scared so we went back to him. We took the video off the camera and went to develop the film. While we waited a full hour, we went to the public library and checked out the location of the barn. Apparently a girl hanged herself on the roof of this barn in the 1910s. We looked at her photo and it turned out that she was the same girl we saw. Quite terrifying, and what's even more terrifying is that I have to pass this place every day on my way to school and I still think of it as a hanging barn.
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Opening the door
ABOUTOne night, my best friend Stacey and I were home alone, watching The Simpsons. We had both of my cats, Oreo and Smokey, with us. Before we made sure all the doors were closed. We sat there. Suddenly we heard the door open, so we got up and went to see. It was locked… Then we locked it, checked the other doors and there was nothing there. We went back to watching The Simpsons and heard the door open again (remember we locked all the doors). Well, the door was closed but open. We looked out the window and saw a shadow passing by. I opened the door and shouted, “Is anyone there?” Nobody answered. So I went back to the window and saw this person, all white, like a ghost floating in the air. I called my dad and he came home and told me a story about a woman who had been hit by a car while walking her dog and was now hanging around our shed.
When I found out about it and my dad found out it was true, we immediately moved and the house burned down, no one wanted to move there because the lady who was hit by the car was walking around the shed and the house.