This is my first time opening up about these experiences on the internet, so I chose this website because I love reading the experiences on here and how you all help each other. I realise because I am 15 many of you will have doubts about whether this is true or not because of the stories teens have put on here before. Anyway I just wanted to finally open up because no matter how much I try to tear myself away from this topic, I always end up researching more about it out of interest.
So my first experience (1997 or 1998) is strange because not even I can remember it. My mum told me that she would walk up our stairs with me over her shoulder to put me to bed. But once apparently I had said halfway up the stairs that "a man stood at the bottom of the stairs watching me" and after my mum ran up the stairs out of complete horror and confusion every time. I was very young at that point and I don't recall being a very mischievous child.
The next experience was again one I couldn't remember because I must have been around two or three. This time both my parents were present. They told me I had been playing in the living room when I looked up at the doorway, which my parents couldn't see (they were sat on the sofa watching TV which was facing away from the doorway). I had then said, "There's a black man watching me." I'm half British and half Jamaican and my grandparents on my dad's side came over from Jamaica and settled in England before my dad (the youngest of five children) was born. My Grandpa died before I was born and my Grandma had died from cancer when I was three. So my dad thinks that it could have been my Grandpa checking up on me because he wasn't alive to see me at birth.
This year at my new house (still in England) I was up late and on the laptop in bed when I looked up to see a really tall shadow stood behind the wall that leads to my door. It didn't have any facial features and just seemed to be watching me. It had no limbs and just looked like a thick tall curved pole. To describe it any better, it basically looked like it had a black sheet over it's head but there were no creases in it's "cloak." I ignored it and put it down to the laptop screen light making my eyes go funny and the fact that I was up late. I then looked up again to the same place after a while but it wasn't there. Instead it stood by my bed about halfway at the width, bent down with its "cloaked face" in mine, just staring as if I had something in my teeth or something. I knew it was bent down by the way it stood. I could see its end by my bed but I felt its top half right next to my face about 10 cm away, plus it would have been "shorter" if it hadn't been bending. Needless to say I nearly pooped myself, but it faded and I could eventually see everything it had been standing in front of. If it was my eyes messed up by the screen light I would have thought it would be in the same place because I looked there originally the second time I looked.
Sometimes I'll hallucinate and have "sleep paralysis," which will include spiders crawling all over me and friends saying things to me that they swear they never said at sleepovers. I also once dreamed of a shadow man standing in my doorway who was extremely tall and muscular. He was looking at me with clenched fists, standing like a wrestler would before an opponent and I couldn't see any features. Its body was black but blurred around the edge as the doorway was pure white behind it. I remember being on my hands and knees grinning insanely at it like some kind of animal, and I was kind of chuckling to myself as if I wasn't scared by making myself look mad (as if that would somehow make me safe). That wasn't like me at all and I was kind of embarrassed of myself when I woke up and realised how I acted.
I've heard a lot about shadow people from this website and wondered whether it could be true in my case, as I doubt myself almost all the time and wanted other people's views and opinions.
I'm not necessarily looking for help and I've never been hurt before, so I'm only curious as to what you guys all think. I have many other stories about friends and family that have told me their experiences, which I will submit soon but I don't want to make this essay a novel so I'll shut up now. Thanks for reading.
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