This story come from Cheifland, Fl where my family visited often. When I was younger we would have family gatherings at my Uncle Bills yearly so we could all play catch up with the rest of the family. It all started in about christmas time when Mema and Aunt Mildred came down from Massachusetts to spend the rest of winter here.
We went to Uncle Bills almost every weekend, mainly to go fishing with different family members, we all stayed at Uncle Bills house. At night I have a hard time sleeping as it is but at someone else house it's almost impossible for me to fall asleep at all.
One year when we went there I had gotten up in the middle of the night to do my business, I seen a dark shadow go into the living room and just disappear, I never thought too much of it because I was really sleepy. Later that day I was outside playing with my cousins, and the adults were across the street making a huge bonfire for later, when my cousin Tisa came running out of the house screaming and inconsolably crying, she said that she was touched on her shoulder, and when she turned around no one was there and she just freaked out and ran, and everyone chalked it up to little kid, big imagination.
Well as years started to pass we started to see more stuff happen, like you would hear footsteps at night, or the broom that was hanging up in the closet would fall, and once I understood more about what was going on I finally asked Uncle Bill what was going on and he told me that back in the 1800s a family had passed from dt and never left and that was probably the things we all see and hear, but to this day I still don't see why they would appear in a shadow form, because from my understanding, shadow people are evil but I never got a bad feeling from them just an overwhelming feeling of sadness.
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