When I was just a little kid, my older sister and I would always stay over at my grandparents house. At that time, I was only 5 and she was 7. I had another sister but she was too young to sleepover. Anyway, whenever we slept over, we had to share a room and the bed. The room that we stayed in was on the second floor next to a bathroom and my grandparents bedroom. To a normal person the room would seem off. There wasn't anything wrong with it.
The first time my sister and I slept over, like I said, I was 5. Some say that I was too young and don't remember it too well or that I just made up what happened. I thought that too until my mom gave birth to another daughter. Then 7 years later, she starts to sleepover at my grandparents house. But not in the same room. Since, I would always end up waking everyone in the house up by screaming. My grandmother blocked the room off from the rest of her house after I told her about the shadow behind the light.
Now, you might be wondering, "What happened?" or "What shadow?" Here's the story.
My older sister and I were getting ready for bed the first night over at our grandparents house. We were so excited but also nervous because it was our first sleepover. Anyway, time past by quickly and we were all tucked in bed. Our grandfather went to bed early while our grandmother stayed awake. On the other hand, we couldn't fall asleep. After staying up and talking for a few minutes, my sister grew tired even though she was wide wake. Another minute passed and she was asleep. And just like that, I was alone.
I rolled over to get more room on the bed but I ended up frozen. I saw the lamp. It was a tall lamp in the room and light shined in on it from a window. But that wasn't what made me freeze. There was a figure. Or as I like to call it, Shadow Man. The Shadow Man wore a top hat and that's all I could make out of the figure. I stared at it for what seemed like an eternity and yet it didn't move. So me being a kid, I thought that it was just a shadow from the window shining inside the room. But I was wrong.
Right as I was about to turn back over to face my sister, it moved. The Shadow Man was moving towards me. So I did the only a 5 year old could do in a time like that. I screamed. And it went away. I don't know where it went but it was gone. Of course my whole family woke up and came into the room. And then I realized it wasn't just 9:30 pm, it was 4:00am. Right on the dot.
This went on every time I slept over, but then I got older and stopped. That's when my grandmother shut down the room. Now I am 16 and I still see the Shadow Man in my nightmares. So I do ponder if it was real or not. But one thing is still off about it all. Because every once and awhile, everyone in my house will bolt up at 4:00am and we all don't know why.
What I do know is that whatever that Shadow Man is, it isn't good.
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