Shadow Man

​I have had many paranormal experiences happen to me, and I’ve been trying to figure out which one to share with you first. So, I figured, why not start with the first one that I am able to remember?

When I was four years old, my parents and I lived in an apartment. One night after they tucked me into bed, I fell asleep with one of my stuffed animals, and I also had the nightlight on. I remember waking up -my eyes snapping open- because fear trickled through my veins, paralyzing me. My nightlight was flickering, and then it burned out. When I was able to find the courage to move, I sat up and looked toward the end of my bed. There was a silhouette of a man standing there. He wasn’t doing anything, but he was just standing there at the end of my bed in a suit, and short top-hat. And like I said, it was only his silhouette, so I didn’t see the features of his face. But he was just standing there staring at me; I could tell because I could feel it. I still couldn’t scream because I was so terrified. Once I was able to find my voice, I screamed for my parents. They came rushing into my room asking me what was wrong, and I shouted, “There’s a man at the end of my bed!” as I was pointing at the man that I was seeing. My parents turned on the light, and then looked toward the end of my bed.

“There’s nobody there, Des.” Both of my parents had said, trying to reassure me. I looked toward the end of my bed again, and he was still there, looking at me. I continually insisted that the man was still there, and they kept telling me that he wasn’t. My dad had then told my mom to stay with me while he checked the rest of the apartment. After he checked my window to make sure it was locked he left the room and checked everywhere else. He checked the main door, the patio door, all the other windows, and any hiding places.

While he was doing all of that, I remember thinking, ‘Why is he doing that? Why is he checking the rest of the apartment?’ because the “Shadow Man” was still standing at the end of my bed.

When my dad came back into the room, he had said that all of the doors and windows were still locked, and there was no sign of forced entry. He also said that there was absolutely nobody in the apartment except for the three of us. But how could it have just been the three of us in the apartment when I could plainly see the Shadow Man standing at the end of my bed? I could not understand why I was the only one -at the age of four- that could see the Shadow Man standing there.

After my parents put me back to bed, the Shadow Man had left, and my parents went to turn off the bedroom light, but then I stopped them. I told them that my nightlight had burned out. My dad went over to my nightlight, unplugged it, and took a look at the light bulb.

“But, I just changed this bulb.” My dad had said, and he looked at my mom, while glancing at me. “I just changed this bulb two days ago; it’s brand new.” My dad looked sort of puzzled. He took the old bulb out of the nightlight, and we all saw that it was black. After he changed the light bulb and plugged in my nightlight again, they tucked me back into bed, and we said, “goodnight” and “I love you.” They then turned off the light and closed the door. I laid there for a while, not being able to go back to sleep because of what I just saw.

Whenever I would recount what I saw to other people -even as I got older- there would be people that would believe me, and there would be others that wouldn’t believe me. The ones that didn’t believe me told me things like, “Well kids at that age have a wild imagination,” (ok, true; kids do have a wild imagination, but even though I was four years old, I knew the difference between reality and imagination… and that Shadow Man did not come from my imagination. He was real. He still is real to me to this very day. Where would I have gotten that from?) Others have said things like, “Well, you must have had a nightmare.” No, I knew what I saw was there; I was wide awake, and I knew that I didn’t have a nightmare.

The ones who believed me have asked me if I’ve seen that Shadow Man again. My answer has always been, “No, but I have seen other shadow people, other spirits, and I’ve also had other stuff happen to me throughout the years.” (That includes the good, and the bad).

It comes down to this: Things kept happening to me while I was a kid, teenager, and still even as an adult. I would like to keep sharing my paranormal experiences with you as time goes on. 🙂 

~*♡ Des ♡*~

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