My name is Sakamoto and I will tell you something that happened to me when I was about four years of age. I have only recently been submitting this story to other sites and have been telling people about it ever since I learned that what I believed it was was insanely different from what I thought at the time.
When I was little, and only had one dog at the time, one of my parents would take him on a walk, and the other would stay home and play hide and seek with me. It was so I wouldn't get bored, and because the dog would always give away our hiding places.
One night in the late fall or early summer, at about 9:00, my dad was walking our dog and my mom was home playing hide and seek with me. After about four rounds, I was the one seeking. I counted to ten in the living room, facing the fire place. Only ten, because, I couldn't count very high at that age. I searched most of the house, which was very small, only one story and not too complicated, and when I couldn't find my mom, I decided to start from the beginning. I started at the fire place and checked behind the chair which was right next to it. I was about to give up when I turned around and looked into the entryway. The living room is right across from our entryway, and it connects a short hallway and the kitchen as well. I turned around a bit and saw what looked like a 3-D shadow, gray and black, silently, very silently, run from the hallway and into the kitchen.
Me being only four at the time thought that it was my mother. I followed it into the kitchen, and looked around there and the dining room, but didn't find my mother. Even though two of our hide and seek rules were 'never change places unless you want to be found,' and 'never hide in the garage or outside,' I checked the garage.
I never found her there, so I gave up. She called me from her room, where she was hiding behind the bed. The problem with this is, my parent's room is on the complete other side of the house that I saw the shadow running toward. I said 'Mom, I saw you run from the hall!' and she replied saying that she was there all along.
Now you probably are saying that it was probably my shadow. I wasn't running at the time, I was turning. The shadow was also way too tall to be mine.
Could my mom have been lying?
I never heard any footsteps. Also, isn't it a bit strange that I saw it run into the kitchen, saw nothing exit through the dining room into the garage, and heard nothing open?
At that point in my life, I didn't understand the concept of a ghost, so I never had a thought that it wasn't my mom. I was starting to suspect that it was a few years after.
Then I knew.
I finally told my mom what I had seen that night. When I told her, I was eleven. She looked at me like she believed everything. Then she told me. She told me that before I was born; my dad came home from work on two occasions very upset. Both those times, my mom had looked into the entryway and seen two shadow like figures, side by side. One was tall, and one was short. She told me that she believes that they were guardian angels, looking out for him in his time of need, trying to calm him down. I remember that that night, he had come home angry from being sprayed by a skunk.
I believe I saw the tall figure that night.
I'm intrigued because your mom made a connection between the shadow people and your dad's anger.
My husband has been visited by shadow people throughout his life, and they have ALWAYS -- without fail -- been accompanied by feelings of extreme fear and anger. But my husband says that the shadow people evoke the fear and anger in him. When he sees them, he usually wakes suddenly with an overwhelming sense of fear; then he sees them and gets furious. He has lunged out of bed and tried to tackle them on occasion. (It would be funny, I suppose, except I'm usually asleep when it begins; and to be awoken from a sound sleep to my husband's war-whoop isn't particularly pleasant.)
Additionally, he says that they have appeared in his dreams as -- you're not going to believe this! -- dopplegangers. In one dream, the shadow person/doppleganger appeared to be his friend, Ben. But when he was conversing with "Dream Ben," my husband realized that the "Dream Ben" wasn't his friend, Ben. Again, he woke suddenly and -- you guessed it! -- saw a shadow person in the corner. He tried to open a can o' whoop azz on it, but the can opener broke, apparently, because the shadow person disappeared before my husband could touch him/it.
Just thought it was interesting.
Thanks for the story!
A.