I am not very good at writing stories. I am sorry that this isn't good but I am doing my best, ok.
I was in Elementary when I first saw the Shadow Man, I was sleeping one night and I heard someone calling my name. I got up and he was standing at the end of my bed. He held one hand out to me and in the other was a knife. He said, "come to me." I was so scared that I screamed at the top of my lungs, then my mom came running into the room. She asked what was wrong and I told her about the shadow man that was standing there.
She said, "it's only a nightmare, don't worry." I didn't want to sleep but I was so tired that I finally did. The next day, I told my dad about the Shadow Man. He said it was only my imagination and that I shouldn't worry about it. So I didn't say anything about it to anyone since.
But in 2006 when I was living on my own, I had the same experience but this time I was sleeping on my couch. I had fallen asleep watching a movie. The Shadow Man had return and he was holding his hand out to me saying "come to me, come to me, come to me." While he was saying that he was getting closer to me. I cuddled my pillows and screamed. My neighbor must have heard me becaise she started banging on my door. She was yelling to me and she said she had called the cops. She somehow got the door to open. She put her arms around me and she was telling me it was going to be ok. When the cops came they asked a lot of question and I just wasn't in the mood to answer any of them.
When they left, my neighbor asked me who that man was and why he was there. She asked me how he could just disappear in the middle of the room. I asked her what did he look like and why she didn't tell the cops. She said that she was scared that they would think she was crazy.
He hasn't appeared to me since that night.