The Shadow Man In The Old Farm House

This event took place in southern Missouri, just north of Springfield, during the spring of 2011. During this time, my husband was living in Wisconsin, about an hour outside of Milwaukee. We had barely been married for a year and were struggling with the stresses that come with a mid-term miscarriage. I had moved into the house that my mother and her husband were renting at the time.

It was an old farm house, built in the late 1890's. Improvements hadn't been made to this house since the 1970's, so my step-father replaced the floor in the kitchen, repaired the plumbing, and the A/C unit. After that is when I started noticing strange things. For example; cold spots, strange sounds at night, a very uneasy feeling when entering the dining room at night, feelings of not being alone and being watched when I was the only one in the house, foot steps going up and down the stairs, coughing sounds, the smell of cigarette smoke in the dining room.

I didn't really think to much about it until one fateful night. I was lying in bed, having just gotten off the phone with my husband. The lights were off so the room was dark, aside from the occasional passing car which fully illuminated my room because two of the four walls in my room were mostly made up of windows that faced the main road, which was about 20 feet from the house (My bed being in the only corner, so when I lied down I was facing the windows).

I wasn't feeling anything out of the ordinary at that moment and was just relaxing, playing around on my phone, waiting for sleep to come. At that moment, a car goes by and lights up my room. I looked towards the windows and right there, plain as the nose on my face, was a shadow man standing in the center of my room, staring at me. I wanted to scream, but I was frozen stiff.

The moment I saw it, I felt like it knew I could see it because it was just standing there and when I looked at it, it moved toward me. Quickly regaining control of my limbs, I skittered and placed my back against the wall at the side of my bed. Just as the light was about to disappear, I saw it walk across the room and walk through my dresser that was right next to the head of my bed and went through the wall.

This wasn't the only experience that I had in that house, but was by far the most extreme. I never saw anything like that again while living there, but I continued to hear things and was even touched once. Until one night, I was sitting on the edge of my bed surfing the web on my laptop. The whole house was deathly quiet, the only sound being the clicking of my mouse.

All of a sudden, I started to hear what sounded like whispers coming through the old intake vent that was right next to the head of my bed, just above my dresser. I knew that my parents were asleep because it was close to 4am. I started hearing what sounded like someone walking up and down the stairs that were just on the other side of the wall next to my bed.

I knew no one would be going up there because there was only one room at the top of the stairs and it was being used as storage space. I walked into the living room and peaked into the dining room (where the source of sound would have been coming from for me to hear it through the intake vent). I didn't see anything and my parents were still in bed.

I went back into my room and sat back on my bed and just shrugged it off, thinking maybe there was an animal on the roof or something since we lived in a rural farming community. A few minutes later, I was still on my computer when I started feeling like there was someone standing right in front of me. My bedroom light was on, so there was no question that there was no one there.

I looked around the room for a moment, setting my laptop aside. I just sat there in the quiet for a little bit, waiting for something to happen. That's when I started hearing the whispers again, but they were closer. Like they were coming from inside the furnace. I listened as hard as I could, but I never made out any discernible words.

Just then, I felt all the physical sensations that one would feel if there were someone right in your face, screaming at you. I never saw anyone or heard more than a whisper, but it sincerely felt like there was someone standing in front and over me, screaming at me. It felt like it wanted me to leave.

By this time, I was fed up with being messed with in my own room. I threw my hands down, pushed myself off of my bed and said, 'Ya know what? I've had enough!' I walked out of my room and grabbed the burning sage that I had gotten my step-father for Christmas. I walked back into my room, lit one of the leaves and placed it in a sea shell.

I walked all around my room, letting the smoke billow up into the corners while repeating the phrase, 'I fill this room with light and love and cast out all negative energy.' After that night all activity stopped. I only lived there for 5 months, but they were the most paranormal months of my life.