A pitchblack shadow-figure came to me in the night,when I was 16,maybe just turned 17.It was'nt wearring a hat,though.
What happened was,I woke up and immediately sat up in bed,wondering what woke me up.In the far corner of my room I saw this whirling fog or mist,bit
like a dust-devil but a white mist.I thought I saw a short figure in there,I thought for a minute that it may have been my mother,but could'nt think
what she'd be doing in my room within a dervish of white mist/fog in the middle of the night.
Next thing there's this tall slender-built pitchblack male figure standing right next to my bed,I mean it was centimeters away,if I reached out even
slightly I could've touched it.It was So black,like black velvet,even blacker,the very Essence of blackness.
For some reason I felt to lay back down on my bed,I lay on my back staring up at it,and it was staring down at me too.I was desperate to make out
features in it's face,it felt very important to put a face to this creature,I wanted to know what it looked like as if it was a person.I noticed then
that that although the silhouette,the outline, was still pitchblack,I could now see what looked like swirling black/darkgrey mist,swirling around
within the confines of the silhoutte.The silhouette actually reminded me very much of that of my late father,who had passed on a few months
before-same height too,around 6 feet,and slender build.But I could'nt be sure,which is why it was so important for me to try and make out some facial
features,but with his head bent down to look at me,all I could see was utter blackness,no details.
I don't know how long this staring at each other went on,it could've been minutes,but propably not longer than 4 or 5 minutes,then I started to feel
an overwhelming tiredness,and sleepiness.But I felt bad to turn my back on it and just leave it standing there-i mean,obviously it came for a
reason,and idk,it felt it would be rude,even ungrateful?.But I was getting too tired,so i sent a thought to it,I guess a telepathy,that I'm so sorry
but I really could'nt keep my eyes open a minute longer,that I felt exhausted,so it must please pardon me,but I Had to sleep now.I cannot recall if I
spoke the words too,but I definitely recall that I mentally projected to it,my apology for now going to turn over and going back to sleep.
So I turned my back to it,and I could still sense it standing there,but I drifted off to sleep very soon,propably not much more than a minute and I
was out.Idk why but I felt no terror,no menace,just an enormous curiosity.I was'nt feeling 100% comfortable,to be honest,I don't think anyone would
-but it was really not anything remotely resembling fear or anxiety or worry-just sort of awkward and a bit uncomfortable,cause it Was a very very
strange experience-and I felt downright bad for turning my back on it to go to sleep but I really was overwhelmingly sleepy and so tired.Maybe it drew
energy from me to to keep the manifestation going? Either way I was comfy enough with it to turn my back to it and to fall asleep,although I could
still sense it standing there.
So idk,I will never know,if it was my late father's spirit-because my adoptive father was a good man,just a pity he was almost never home for my
entire childhood,he came home very seldom,as he worked at a job he loved+absolutely lived for,over a hundred miles away-and seriously,in hindsight,I
don't blame him really,for keeeping his distance.There was a lot of highly strange+irregular things going on all through my childhood,and I suspect
now that he wanted no part of it-i am an abductee,and I think he knew far more than he let on.Plus our home life was just a hot mess,my adoptive
mother was bi-polar to an extreme extent,and I always got the feeling that he was angry with her for adopting me while he was out of the country+her
part in the mysterious happenings,one of their two adult sons was a violent alcoholic who made my life hell till one day my father told him in no
uncertain terms it was time to FO+get his own place,as he was employed+could afford it.
I was an abused child-except when he was home.When he was home things were ok,he seemed to keep things in check and would take me to the beach,along
to his friends,interesting places,and he never abused me,physically,verbally,emotionally or psychologically,like the rest did.I did feel Some sort of
feeling or emotion coming off the pitchblack figure,a vague sense of a benign vibe,much interest,maybe even pity? Definitely nothing
evil,menacing,hateful whatso ever.I felt it was trying to convey something to me,and it haunts me to this day that I could'nt figure out what that
I mentioned it to my adoptive mother,and she said my late father did come to her,and also to one of her two adult sons,the one who was still living at
home.For some reason,I did'nt ask her what form he came in,when he visited with them after his passing,I cannot now fathom why I did'nt ask-maybe
because when I described what happened, she just replied that he also came to her and her son-so I must have assumed that he did as a matter of fact
manifest in the same way to them.
Or maybe it was something completely different-i know her son was afraid at night,around the time this happened.Although he was a grown man,in his
late 30's at least.There was a door between the part of the house where my bedroom+my mother's room was,and his room was off the hallway on the
other side of the door.Around this time he requested that my mother not close that door at night,so that he felt less isolated.
So yeah my shadow being experience,not exactly hatman,but one of The most haunting and hi-strange things to happen to me,in a life full of strangeness
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