I think I should start off by saying that I am reasonably logical when I have to be, though I do have a tendency to be easily spooked.
This story is one of my first memories, and it occurred when I was around two years of age. I was lying in bed but couldn't sleep, probably due to the fact that my mother hadn't come to her bed yet (we shared a room until I was four as we lived in my grandmother's house with several of my uncles). I remember looking around the room, a little impatiently, when I noticed a shadow of a bald man on the wall. It looked as though the shadow was cast by the light from the open doorway, so I checked to see if one of my uncles was standing there. But no one was there.
I then turned my attention back to the shadow on the wall and it began to walk around the room. At this point I had not yet felt worried or scared, but rather watched the shadow man with wonder. For several minutes he walked around the room, all the while it seemed his gaze was fixed on me. I couldn't see this necessarily, but was simply aware of it.
When he did speak, he had a deep voice and said "I'm going to get/kill (sorry, I can't quite remember which) you, Robert. Not today, not tomorrow, but one day."
By this point, I was in bed frozen with fear. Beyond this I don't remember what he said, but I am vaguely aware that this was not the only thing he said to me. As it was 18-years-ago and I was very young, my memory of it isn't that complete.
Eventually, I managed to run out of the room and down the stairs to my mother, who was readying herself for bed (as she has an illness, she needs pills and water before bed, though at the time I was unaware). She eventually coaxed me into returning to bed, as she was also coming, and the shadow man was gone.
I moved out of the house at the age of four when my mother and stepfather married, and I always felt a little entertained by the fact that it said it would get me, but I left before it could. However, nine years ago my grandmother sold my parents her house and we have been living in my childhood home since. I often wonder if he knew that this would come to pass, and his plan was not averted.
My mother has tried on many occasions to convince me that it was a dream, but it always seems as though she isn't all the convinced herself.
I haven't had an encounter of the same kind since, but I do feel as though I am being watched practically constantly. I also see glimpses of a shadow person quite often when I pass mirrors, which my house is full of.
I do believe my house is haunted, and I do not believe that all the things I experience in this house are connected to the shadow man, so I will elaborate on other experiences in a separate post.
I was wondering if it was a heard of experience to be talked to by a shadow apparition. As far as I have researched, all I can find are accounts of silent shadow people.