posted on May, 6 2012 @ 05:32 PM
I wrote this for a college writing assignment some time earlier last year. It is a bit long as it details my first encounter with shadow people and
am hoping to gain insight as to it possibly being something such as my eyes playing tricks on me. I have heard others saying that these things are
inter-dimensional travelers of some sort and am interested to hear other opinions. If I happen to receive positive feedback from the community then I
may very well write a few other encounters. I hope you enjoy. Also if you can, try to wait until you are alone with the lights out until you read
this to hopefully gain the maximum effect.
BOO! Perhaps this, accompanied with a wrinkled bed sheet, is what would be someone’s mental image when hearing mention of a ghost. At least this
would be the case expected from an older generation than my own. Thanks to the advancement of technology and members of the film industry attempting
to make money, ghosts portrayed in the current media are of a whole new breed. Quite often these supernatural beings can be seen wielding chainsaws
or machetes and whose sole purpose is to kill and maim unsuspecting individuals. Although this may be entertaining for fans of the genre, this just
simply is not what typically happens in a ghostly encounter. I should know after all; I have experienced this phenomenon since my early childhood.
Born in the mid 1980’s, with the ability of viewing the deceased, I was not entirely discouraged of this capability by my family as some might
think. My father encouraged it, thinking of it as my imagination; perhaps it had something to do with his choice of profession in psychology.
Possibly because this was also the same time this particular genre of entertainment gained popularity with the general public. Either way nobody was
truly concerned with a little boy who acted a little strange and had an imaginary friend or two. At least not until various items in the house would
either relocate to another room or just plain disappear from existence. Sometimes items would reappear a few days later exactly where they were left.
In the beginning everyone pointed fingers at whoever they personally believed was behind all the mischief. Oddly enough after a few years of this it
simply became the normal routine. If something vanished no one said anything and we all just waited for its eventual return. Sometimes it worked,
but for those times it did not, really what else could have been done? One cannot exactly call the police for a missing remote. Such was life in our
household. At least it was until the following Christmas.
At six years old on Christmas day I received a children’s easel from the elusive Santa Claus. Over the course of the following year my parents
began to notice a trend in my drawings, a green masculine figure with red eyes. He never had a name but was always present, always watching. Whilst
my mother thought of it as nonsense, for some reason or another it actually troubled my father. Maybe it was because he could finally lay eyes on the
“imaginary friend” I would occasionally play with. This seemed to be more of a reality to my father as my drawings over time remained constant in
nature. It was the same shape and size and always off to the side or in the background of the pictures I had created. While troubling my father, I
saw “him” differently. He never took a threatening stance toward me and always seemed to be keeping me company. For my father he reached his
conclusion by asking me only one question, “Do you see him when we go to church?” I replied with a simple “No”. My father, no matter where
we were at the time, would yell out in a demanding voice for it to promptly leave us whenever it was around. After some time this thing reluctantly
left as my father commanded. To which my father insured it remained so by constantly asking, “Is he here?” Indeed it was over and this satisfied
my father; however, this peace was short lived for only a few months as it allowed the exit of one spirit and the entrance of three others.
One of the things my father and I used to do together was watch a television show called Fish Police. I remember I would wake up in the middle of the
night, eat some doughnuts while watching the show, and then return to bed. This became the new routine that created a bond between the two of us; as
previously mentioned however the peace within the household was not a long lasting pleasure. For the final experience of bonding I got out of my bed
to go watch TV, just like any other evening, and proceeded out of my bedroom. I walked down the hallway toward the living room and stopped abruptly
just before stepping foot into the living room. My father’s mood quickly changed as he realized what I saw. He knew something was present in the
room but not to any detail. As I remained motionless, standing in the hallway, I was witness to three “things” that stood in a circle surrounding
my father, two of which were halfway embedded into various furniture pieces. I knew then that they saw me and they knew I saw them. One began to
walk toward me as I quickly responded by running back to my room. In the background my father could be heard yelling at imaginary people in a very
angry tone. They did not listen to him, and I did not get out of my bed. The following night when I awoke one of these things, a black silhouette
with no distinctive features, stood before the entrance of my room simply staring at me. I went back to sleep. The thing that scared me the most,
besides the intimidating manner in which they were received, was that I could still see them in complete darkness. Darker than pitch black on the
darkest night, always watching.
A short time after these events took place my father passed away due to drowning. This baffled many who knew my father. Besides being a well-known
excellent swimmer, he was also an ARMY Ranger. To this day most people believe that something unusual took place that fateful day. Personally I
agree with these people; it just happens to be a deeply rooted gut feeling I possess to this day. No proof whatsoever, but I still believe there was
a sort of foul play afoot. Occasionally I do still see a few of these shadow people, but considering the outcome of the first experience I do not pay
them any mind. I must admit I get a chuckle whenever someone else can see these nighttime shadows as I do. The reactions are priceless. Honestly
though, I cannot fathom as to why people act so surprised. Ghosts are plastered in movies and television making them rather common among people,
especially by means of the internet. Even though this subject material has been overly exposed to the public I do not see the interest in it
dwindling in any foreseeable future. This phenomenon is constantly occurring, turning skeptics into believers. For those out there who would
classify themselves as true skeptics, I offer my hand in an invitation for you to come with me on a real ghost hunt. Remember this- if you ever get
that feeling you are being watched, you most likely are.