From: Johnny
Sent: Wednesday, April 15, 2015 8:33:33 AM
Subject: Shadow People

I am Johnny and I live in Malta, a small island in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea just south of Sicily. Please do share my experiences if you feel like it but please do not list my email address.

I have seen numerous Ghosts and Shadow Beings in different areas throughout my life. I do not know why, but it seems that it runs in my family from my mother's side. In fact my mother, my sister, my grandmother and even a couple of cousins are able to see them as well. As this site focuses on Shadow People, I will mention some of my experiences with the beings.

The first Shadow Person I saw was way back when I was an eight year old kid. It was a Saturday morning in November and myself and 5 other boys, all of us of the same age, decided to go to the cemetery that is located around a Church in our village. Most people would say why did these kids go to a cemetery of all places?

Let me explain.

A friend of ours had lost his sister to cancer earlier that year and his family moved out of their home to a new town elsewhere on the island. Myself and my friends had promised him that we would light a candle on his sister’s grave during the coming November as he would not be able to do it himself as his mother refused to go to the cemetery. In Malta, as in other Christian counties, November is the month associated with the dead. But I digress; we bought a candle and some flowers and proceeded to the cemetery. We placed the flowers in a flask which was already present beside the grave and lit the candle. We said some prayers for our friend’s sister and then left.

After we exited the cemetery, one of my friends remembered that he had left his bag in the cemetery so he and I went back inside to retrieve it while the others went back to their respective homes. This is where it gets weird. We go back into the cemetery and once we have the area in which we were before in sight, I see a monk in black robes crouched, touching my friends bag. My friend must have seen him too because before I could say anything, he shouted something like, “Hey that’s mine!” The figure then stood up and turned to face us. We were horrified! This thing was not a monk, it had the shape of a man and wore black monk like robes but it had no face! Or rather it had a black featureless face. It was rather strange as I could see the details in his robes but nothing where his face should have been. Needless to say, we fled for our lives and did not stop running until we ran out of breath. It was only than that I asked my friend what he had seen. And he described the same thing that I saw.

Although I continue to see Shadow People in my periphery vision every now and then, I have never seen a Shadow Being so clearly as that day. I could mention some other experiences but the following is the weirdest experience I had so far.

It was some time ago. I was 19 at the time (I'm 32 now). In any case, I was returning home from a night out with my friends. It had to be between 1:30 and 2:00 in the morning as I got up on the 1:00AM bus that day as I did not own a car at the time. After stopping at my stop, I started to walk to my house. When I reached a particular street, I started to have an uneasy feeling, as if somebody was following me. I looked behind me but did not see anybody so I resumed walking back to my home. As I continued to walk down this street, the feeling did not stop and I started to hear footsteps behind me. Once again I look behind but there is no one there so I continued towards my home. As soon as I start walking, I once again heard the footsteps continue behind me. I did not bother to look behind me at this point, instead I hurried my step. It was then that I felt a hand on my right shoulder. Suddenly, I could not move nor speak but I did manage to see from the corner of my eye, the hand and part of the thing that was holding me. It was like a man, all black much taller than myself; it had to be almost 7ft. The strange thing is that it did not have any features neither on its hand nor it's face and did not emit any kind of sound except for its heavy breathing (which I could also feel). The thing also wore what looked like a hat.

I regained control after a few seconds and managed to push this thing back. I turned to face him thinking it was a robber or some other assailant but there was no one there. At that point, I thought that I must have imagined it and continued to walk back home. As soon as I arrived I went to bed, but when I was about to take off my watch (as I dislike to sleep with it) I realized that it was almost 4:00AM. I thought to myself how is it possible that it took me 2 1/2 hours to finish a 5 minute walk from the bus stop to my home? At that point I realized that I had not imagined the whole thing and that instead of just a few seconds, in truth , two and a half hours had actually passed!

The strange part is that this experience happened to other people as well, at least 3 others that I know of. I realized this some months after it happened to me when I was talking with some neighbours about ghosts. One of the neighbours mentioned what she had experienced and I told her that I had a similar experience as well. To my amazement the other neighbour told us that his father had a similar experience some 20 years before. All 3 stories were almost the same, and in the same street and one of them occurred during daytime.

I have no explanation on how this might have happened that these beings must somehow warp time or something like that. Of one thing I am fairly certain however. These things are not ghosts! I have seen my fair share of ghosts and I can tell from experience that Shadow Beings are very different. I do not know how to describe it exactly but they feel different and even act different than ghosts. In fact, I do not think that they were ever human at all. Something about them just feels non-human. I believe that they feed of the negative feelings released by the living like, rage, fear and hatred, among others. I think that that is why they try to induce such feelings by terrorising or antagonising people, in order to feed. I also think that they study people and torment them when they are weak mentally and or physically and thus less able to defend themselves. From experience I can say that they are up to no good.