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This Guy Was Having A Bad Day. What He Did Next Is Priceless.


10:30 PM. Late in the Summer Season. It’s storming outside. My favorite time of year and my favorite kind of weather. Whenever it storms I just have to smile. Storms are beautiful, or at least I used to think so.

Almost all the lights in the apartment were off, and I’m just talking to some friends over AIM. Then suddenly it became very very cold. As if the storm from outside was creeping thru the door. I just figure there was a temperature drop because of the storm, so I toss on a sweatshirt. After about 30 minutes or so I’m still freezing cold.

I start to get this feeling.

It’s a feeling we all have felt before.

The feeling that someone is staring at you.

The feeling that this someone is not very far away.

The feeling that if you turn your head the slightest bit, you would see them.

I shrug this feeling off because I am an extremely paranoid person and I get this feeling all the time. I continue to converse with my friends, I even mentioned this sensation that I currently had, and my friends naturally laugh at me saying I need to stop being a baby. The sympathetic ones say it will go away eventually and not to worry. I waited awhile…it did not go away. In fact it increased.

It felt like something was consuming the very Happiness within me.

Like something was filling me with Dread.

That chilling Terror we all felt as children when the lights were turned out.

A true Fear of the Dark.

But it’s not the dark we are afraid of….but of what lurks in the dark

I almost couldn’t take it anymore. Here I am, almost a grown man, and I’m jumping at shadows. It’s ridiculous, but as ridiculous as it seems, I still have this little voice in the back of my head telling me that maybe I have a reason to be afraid. Maybe I should turn around and see if there’s actually anything there.

Wait…why would I turn around?

I don’t want to turn around.

Whose thought was that?

That certainly wasn’t mine.

But who else’s could it be?

I reached my limit. If I stay in this chair another second I’m going to go insane. I wonder if I can make it to my room before this thing gets me. It could be nothing, but I am not staying here to find out. I’m a pretty fast runner, there’s no way this thing can catch me. Let’s do this.

The chair clatters as it falls to the floor. I don’t think I could move this fast again if I wanted to. After my first foot was through the gateway to my room, I was already in the process of slamming the door. I rush over and turn on every light, including the T.V. making sure there’s no room for any shadows. I put my ear to do the door to see if I can hear it following me.

Nothing

Complete Stillness

The type of silence most people only experience once in a life time.

I don’t know why people would ever seek this type of quiet.

I never want to hear silence again.

I slowly back away from the door. I have one thought going through my mind. What in the hell did I just see, and why did I ever look over my shoulder. I will never forget what I saw. It was a shadow, but it wasn’t a shadow. It was free standing, as if it was a man. The surrounding night seemed to channel into this horrific being, making it seem blacker than the darkest pit in hell. It chilled me down to my very bones. Though something peculiarly odd stood out about this particular shadow being, it had a cane with a silver handle, and a top hat akin to something you’d expect to see in a movie from the early 20th century.

And the thing that was the scariest part about it:

To this day I swear it was smiling, and not the smile you ever ever want to be on the receiving end of.

A smile that said I’m evil.

A smile that said I had fun tonight.

A smile that said I enjoyed toying with you.

A smile that said I really want to hurt you.

A smile that said I’ll see you again.


Those little flickers of darkness you see out of the corner of your eye? Those aren’t just spots, or dust, or a trick of light. Maybe they’re ghosts, as some people believe, but I’m convinced they’re the Shadow People – beings from a dimension close to our own, but not able to be seen when we focus fully on them.

I have always been able to see the Shadow People. When I was young, my mother had my eyes checked by several different optometrists because I complained about the things I saw. I learned to keep quiet about them, but it took a while.

My first encounter with them took place when I was three or four years old. We lived in a high rise flat with a sweeping view of the hills and the city below us. My best friend at the time, Michelle, was over on a play date; her family lived across the landing and we spent more time together than apart.

That day, she greeted me by running into my room, fueled by a ridiculous burst of enthusiasm.

“We have to play with my new dolls!” she screeched at me. I was much more into dinosaurs and bugs, and that sounded like a terrible way to spend an afternoon.

“No,” I insisted. “We have to play imagination! Godzilla vs. the killer wasps!” I tried to stomp around the room and look menacing.

Michelle huffed and disappeared. She was much faster than I was, and I wasn’t very good at finding hiding people, but for all that, I should have seen her when I turned the corner—and I didn’t.

Then I saw a shadow lurking at the corner of my vision. Thinking it must be Michelle, I turned towards it, calling her name. There was no answer, and the shadow continued to dance and dart out of range of my direct stare, as if it were avoiding making eye contact with me.

As the years went by, I began to believe that the Shadow People were my friends, or even my protectors, like guardian angels. But then the nights became terrifying. I started to see the Shadow People in the real shadows of my room. Many of them darted away when I tried to stare at them, but others hung around in the corners, clustering like cobwebs.

Then the noise started.

It was like wind caressing leaves until they whispered. It was a language I couldn’t comprehend, words I knew I would never understand unless I was somehow in their dimension. As the whispering grew more frenetic, the Shadow People began to come together and move towards me.

I bolted to my parents and shook them awake. Of course, they didn’t believe me, trying to coax me into believing it was just a dream or my imagination.

I know it was the Shadow People. And if you see a shadow within the shadows, or a shape flitting at the edge of your vision, you may not be alone.

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