Updated: September 13, 2017

From: Mary
To: The Official Shadow People Archives
Date: August 17, 2017 at 4:54 PM
Subject: Shadow person

So... I'm glad that I found the term 'shadow people' suddenly everything has fallen into place as I finally know what I saw that night.

It was earlier on this year. I have been going through a very tough few years - I have left my alcoholic and abusive husband. I have had to move back into my mums house with my children. I have my childhood bedroom back. It is a large house and my childhood bedroom is large with high ceilings and an all white decor.

So the night in question I woke to find a dark shadowy figure stood over me. His outline was like my husband's - tall and possibly with a hat. My first thought was 'what is the husband doing here?' Then I quickly realised it couldn't be him as he lived at the other side of the country. I then became scared as I thought that the figure must be an intruder. My heart pounded. I blinked and the figure disappeared suddenly. I turned the light on and looked at my clock. It was 3am precisely.

The feeling from the shadow person was not one of a negative energy. It felt like a being from somewhere else. I thought maybe it was an alien. It scared me due to its real-ness and my shock at finding someone in my room! I knew the figure wasn't a ghost.

For the next 2 nights I had dreams that came true the next day. Which I thought was strange

On a personal level I seem to be going through an awakening. I seem to be developing psychic abilities. Knowing when things are about to happen. This happens on a weekly basis.

That's my story.



From: name withheld by request
To: The Official Shadow People Archives
Date: September 9, 2017 at 3:18 AM
Subject: Shadow people

Please withhold my identity.

I have only told one person about this once, and I am pretty sure they didn't believe me and no longer remember what I told them or choose not ever bring it up again.

Four years ago, I saw something I will never forget. I woke up from a good night sleep, looked at the TV and realised I couldn’t move; I could only move my eyes. I looked to my bedroom door and I saw it standing at the closed door of my bedroom; a hooded cloaked shadow man. I tried to scream but nothing would come out. I struggled to move but that didn't work either. Suddenly, it rushed at me and was on top of me instantly. I closed my eyes trying to scream but no sound came out. It was crushing and choking me until, finally, it let go. I was able to let out a low, out-of-breath, “Help!” that no one heard. Then, the shadow man just vanished.

I went downstairs to ask if anyone heard me screaming. That's when I told the only person I ever told. I was told, no, they didn't hear anything and said it was probably a dream. I tried to explain it wasn't. I can tell you what was on the TV when I first woke, unable to move anything but my eyes. It was the news, about an accident the night before. I rewound the program and yes, there it was, minutes earlier, just as I said.

It happened. I know what I saw but, sadly, no one will ever believe it until they see it themselves just as it took for me to believe it.