posted on Dec, 16 2007 @ 07:17 PM
Okay, I'll bite. I've never talked about this before because I never knew what to call it really. I never heard of "shadow people" until a few
days ago. People ususally talk about aliens or ghost stories, but this was neither of those. I never knew what to make of it. So, ok, here's my
I was in my late teens, still living at home, on a Summer day. My girlfriend and I went out for a walk barefoot around the suburban neighborhood. It
was getting later in the day, but not dark or even shadowy yet. My house was a split-ranch like every other in the neighborhood, and sat on a bit of a
hill on the same size lot as everyone else. Coming down the street I had line of sight to it, though it was just around a corner. Not an intersection,
just a 90 degree turn. I could see it over the bit of hill that was a neighbor's front yard on the inside of the turn, or the right side, where my
house would be on the left just around the turn.
Anyway, we were walking slowly and chit-chatting about nothing in particular really. Just about how nice the day was after the heat-wave had broken. I
can still remember the warm pavement under my feet. Looking up ahead, I saw something on the turn, from a distance of maybe 50-yards I'm guessing. It
looked like an oil slick on the street, like someone had ruptured a vital component to their vehicle. My next-door neighbors (who's house did not
come into view until one rounded the turn) ususally had an old car or two that they were tinkering with at any given time, and beat up their cars
pretty well too. I was good friends with the whole family, and knew that one of my buddies had just gotten another car recently, so I figured it was
him who left the slick all over the road, and actually said something along those lines to my girlfriend. There wasn't a break in our step, or any
eerie inclination that anything unusual was about to happen.
As I said, sunny day, meaningless conversation, and a very casual pace to our stroll. Not the setting for anything bizarre whatsoever. As we got
closer, obviously I was looking at this "oil slick" ahead of us. The first inclination that I had that something was odd, was that this stain in the
road was darker than oil. Black, and did not glimmer with wetness like the sheen of fresh oil. By this point we had gotten quite close to it. Before I
could process the thought really, the truly bizzare event unfolded.
The dark spot moved. Like something coming up out of the ground. Like a man pulling himself up out of a manhole where there was none. There was form,
but no depth. I could see the arms, the shoulders, pull this thing up out of the hole, but the "hole" actually" formed this thing. By the time it
got to its feet, there was no mark left on the pavement. It was short, 4 and a half feet tall maybe. Other than the outline, there were no
distinguishable features. The head was little more than a bump between broad, shaggy shoulders. It paused in a stance of forward intent. Imagine the
shadow of a little troll warrior, with his head hung low, wearing shaggy furs, and a shape indicative of massive upper-body strength. No other
features though, no face or anything, just the 2D profile, yet somehow it did seem to have depth almost, since it didn't really have edges either,
like eve a shadow does. I guess it's just really hard to explain what a completely black 3D shadow looks like.
So it pulls itself out, gives a little hop, and pauses for as I see the shoulders move up and down once or twice as if it is breathing heavily. It
emits no sound. Then it steps forward, quickly. Not a charge or a run, but as if with direct purpose. Almost like stomping forward, right at us. This
all happened in less than five seconds I would say, and we were only steps away from the "stain" when it moved. It took four, maybe five steps
directly at us.
Now here's where it gets really weird. My girlfriend and I spun in and let go of eachother's hand, as it seemed to be going between us. But it
didn't go exactly between us. It was slightly more toward me, but it actually moved through both of us. I was instantly nauseaus and cold.
It's almost impossible to explain what it felt like. Imagine you actually had the sense of feeling in all of your internal organs, and then imagine
what it would feel like if they were all packed with cold clay. That's sort of what it felt like. My girlfriend only got clipped on the side and
limbs. She wasn't nauseus, just cold. As we spun and this thing moved through us, it stepped down, back into the ground, and completely disappeared.
We looked at eachother, the shock settling in. My brain raced to make sense of it. I was sure I was dreaming for a second. No, I could clearly
remember everything about the day, nothing ethereal in my surroundings. I must have been hallucinating? I don't know what was more scary, the event
itself or the looking into my girlfriend's eyes and sharing a mutual realization that this did just happen to us.
We barely made it to my house, just drained of energy. We briefly tried to explain to my mother what had happened before passing out on the living
room floor. We slept through the rest of the day, that night, through the next day, and into the following night, without even bothering to drag
ourselves to bed upstairs.
For a few days we talked about it with eachother. Trying to understand and accept that this really had happened to us as much as trying to figure out
exactly what had happened to us. Then as days turned into weeks, life went on, and we completely forgot about it. There was nothing there to
ground the memory in reality I suppose. But then one day, about a year later walking down the same street, the memory came rushing back to us at the
same time. I trembled, her eyes welled up, and we swore to eachother to never forget again.