In my first story, I had mentioned my fear of astral projection due to the possibility of coming in contact with negative entities. I want to tell this story and provide an explanation behind this fear to possibly read what some of your thoughts are. I don't have anyone in particular that I feel comfortable talking to about paranormal incidents, so I am very happy I found this site.
The events in this story happened when I was a little girl between the ages of 8 and 9. My younger sister and I shared a bedroom and lived with our grandparents in a three bedroom brick home. There were no previous owners of the house as my grandparents had it built. At this point in time, the house was about 30-35 years old. I have no knowledge of the land itself other than it was a very wooded area when my grandparents bought it.
My grandmother was in a wheelchair and my grandfather, who died when I was 10, was blind. As early as I can remember, I would sit and watch television with him so I could explain to him what he couldn't see. He and I were very close as he was the only father figure I had at the time. This being said, one of his favorite types of movies/television show to watch were of the horror/sci-fi genre. Of course because I was stuck to his hip at all times, I put on a brave front as if they didn't scare me as we watched/listened together. But as to be expected from any young child, once it was time to go to sleep I was on the lookout for ghosts, monsters, aliens, etc.
I'm sure you are all wondering what this little piece of my life has to do with the paranormal. I am putting this in the story because I don't want to rule out the possibility of the actual paranormal experience being created from the imagination from a young child. I can honestly say that ever since I was little I could always "feel" things and still do to this day only when I was a child, these "feelings" were always more of a something bad is going to happen type thing. That all changed. I can remember this first time it happened as clearly as I can remember what I did 5 minutes ago. It has affected me ever since then and now I feel so relieved to finally be able to tell someone.
One night my sister and I were laying in bed supposed to be sleeping, but as all young girls do we were up talking and giggling. My sister was getting sleepy and eventually just zonked out on me. I was laying there in the dark with only the light from the bathroom across the hall shining in the room. I remember it was late because I was excited and nervous about my piano recital the next day. I had my back towards the doorway and was facing the wall with my eyes open imagining a grand recital when I saw someone's shadow on the wall walk past the the doorway. Knowing it couldn't be my grandmother because I couldn't hear her wheelchair (and she couldn't walk) and it wasn't my grandfather because he couldn't walk in the house alone and had never tried before, I was terrified, but thought maybe I was just tired and my eyes were playing tricks on me. It didn't take long before I had completely dismissed it and resumed my thoughts. About 15-20 minutes passed and I saw the shadow again only this time it didn't walk past the doorway, it just stood there. I can't explain to you in enough words the feeling of terror and helplessness that I felt in that moment. I was too afraid to wake my sister up because I didn't want it to know I saw it. I knew at some point I was going to have to turn around and face this person or thing whether I wanted to or not. I finally got the courage and turned around and was looking dead at it. It was completely black with no facial features or any detail of clothing. It had a profound body outline and looked like a big body builder. I didn't utter a word and just laid there staring at it. It didn't speak or move, but I could feel it was "looking" at me even though I saw no eyes.
After what felt like a century, it simply disappeared like just like smoke. I was going over what just happened in my head and you can imagine what an 8 year old is thinking. Eventually I fell asleep only after scooting so close to my sister she was pretty much pinned to the wall. The next morning when I woke up I convinced myself it was just a bad dream that felt real, decided not to tell anyone, and go on about my day.
It was about 8 o'clock at night when we got home from my recital and I was exhausted. I went straight to bed after a shower. Around 11 or 12 that night, I woke up hungry because I didn't eat much before I went to sleep. I got up and went to the kitchen and found something to snack on. I got back in bed and once again, faced the wall. As I was trying to fall back asleep, it was there again. I couldn't believe my eyes. It wasn't a dream, it was as real as I was. I screamed for my grandparents and woke my sister up. The shadow of course was gone and so I ran to their room. I told them what I saw and they tried to assure me it was just a bad dream. They let me sleep in their bed that night because I was so terrified I refused to go to my room and demanded my sister sleep in their room as well because I was afraid it would get her if I was not there. My grandparents were from a generation that didn't believe in psychological help so they had our preacher talk to me on several occasions as this continued every night. The preacher concluded that since my sister said she never saw it, that it had to be all these scary movies I was watching with my grandpa causing my imagination to go crazy. As a result, no more scary movies for me.
This shadow continued to visit me every night until one night when I was 9 years old, I had planned on confronting whatever this was. I had reasoned out in my mind that it wasn't there to harm me because if it was, it would have already done it. At that point I wasn't scared of it anymore, I just wanted it to leave me alone. So I waited for it and when it came I said, "What do you want?" It gave me no reply and didn't even move. I repeated the question a little louder, no reply. I told it that I wanted it to stop bothering me and leave. Just like that it was gone and I have never seen it again.
Ever since then I have "felt" a constant presence with me and on occasion "feel" others. Some good, some bad. I have never seen another shadow or ghost or whatever this thing was but I believe that it is still with me. Possibly watching me, maybe it feels protective? I'm not sure. I don't believe it wants to hurt me so I'm not looking for how to get rid of it, just other's opinions.
I will not rule out the possibility of it being my imagination, but to be honest I believe it was all and still is real.