It seemed to begin in my teen years. When I was 15 (I am 33 now) I had an experience that I could not explain. One night, on a school night, I went to bed and I started getting scared because the posters in my room started making this fluttering noise as if there was wind being blown behind them, not crazy wind but subtle. I stayed there scared stiff until I said to myself, "I am not staying in here", and went to lay down in the family room where my brother's were at (they happened to be staying over night that particular night). They were known to be pranksters but there is no possibility that they had anything to do with that. Besides, they were laying down to sleep, lights out.
I told my brothers what happened and they stayed up with me because I was scared and couldn't go to sleep. Later, one of my brothers' saw a figure in the hallway right outside my bedroom door. I thought I saw it too. Needless to say I did not get any sleep that night and when morning came I had to start getting ready for school. I had hamsters at the time, one was smaller than the other because I just got him (the little one), and the other one I had for a while. They were in a wired cage, kind of like something similar to a bird cage but not, I had the hamsters separated in the middle of the cage, little one on top and bigger one on the bottom. It was separated by a wire floor, the same wire that the cage was build of, the gaps between the wire were probably about a 1/4" or less apart from each other. There is a point to why I am explaining dimensions of the cage floor separating the two hamsters! When I went to feed them the little hamster's head was missing, no blood, no skull to be found. The other hamster was fine. I thought he could have done it but there was no way he could have pulled the hamsters skull through the wire floor but I tried to rationalize it and started looking for the skull in the bottom part of the cage and it was nowhere to be found.
Another incident was when I was 19 years old and living in a different house. I started waking up every once in a while between the hours of 2:30-3:00 in the morning and having the urge to look in a specific location, the location where the "Shadow Person" was standing. It started in the corner of the bedroom and then eventually got closer. I moved again when I was 21 years old into an apartment and one night I was awakened at the same time as usual by another "Shadow Person" but this time it was right at the foot of the bed. I was sleeping in the middle of the bed because my daughter wanted to sleep with us that night. I said to the figure thinking it was my husband, being half awake and only the moonlight showing through the blinds, "What are you doing?", then I turned over to feel my husband right next to me. At this moment I turned around and sat up, actually not afraid, and as soon as I did that it darted off towards the bedroom door disappearing halfway to the bedroom door. I jumped up and went out to see if someone was in the house but there wasn't anything.
A couple of nights later, around the same time in the a.m. I was watching T.V. in our bedroom. I felt hot so I went to turn the A.C. down. When I opened the door and turned on the hall light I heard this song playing "It's a Small World". I went towards the sound baffled because we did not have that song in our house from any toy or anything. When I found the source of where it was coming from I was really freaked out because about a year before that I had bought a ceramic clown that was supposed to play music, what song I don't know because I bought it broken. It was a ceramic clown that had a head that rocked back and forth and there was a long ceramic piece that went in the top of the body and it had a magnet at the end which activated the mechanics inside for the song to play. It was battery operated and because it was broken I did not have batteries in it. I could not get it to stop playing so I took the head out and eventually after a couple of minutes it stopped.
Another time was when I was staying the night at my boyfriend's house(I had just turned 26 and by the way I'm divorced from my husband now) and we were sleeping in the same bed. I was sleeping on my stomach as usual, and I was woken up by something grabbing me under my arms starting to lift me, which they did barely off the bed, before I woke up. When I turned around I saw this big, black sheet looking thing hovering over the bed more so above my boyfriend, when I started to wake up my boyfriend it disappeared.
The next day I didn't say anything because I thought this was the worst yet of all the experiences so I was thinking maybe when I woke up possibly I was just seeing things because I was half awake. Later that day my boyfriend and I went outside to smoke a cigarette and they mentioned what they saw and it was exactly the same thing I saw. That really upset me because now I knew it was real and it was different than before AND it physically touched me! I started falling asleep with he T.V. on after that because I didn't want to sleep in the dark and if I was in the same bed as someone I didn't want to fall asleep last.
The next incident happened not too long after this one, it usually happened once a year but it started getting more frequent. My boyfriend stayed the night at my house and had to be at work the next morning. I stayed asleep that morning while he was at work and my daughter was at her Dad's for the weekend so I was by myself in the house. While I was sleeping I heard something towards the bedroom door, I thought it was my boyfriend coming home because he got off at noon, I felt a kneeling at the opposite end of the bed and then it was like someone crawling up the bed and then spooning me but it didn't feel like a solid form like a solid person. I opened my eyes, saw that it was only around 10AM and realized that it probably wasn't my boyfriend so I rolled over right into whatever was spooning me and I went into this state of partial unconsciousness, so it seemed. It felt like death, like I was dying and I knew that it had to do with this being, maybe I was feeling what it felt like or what it was itself. I don't know if I was feeling what it went through or what but it seemed like a long fight to shake it off which I finally did.
One time I was at a friend's house to stay over. The house they were renting was an old frame house that stood off the ground. It was early in the morning, around 2-3AM and we were in the kitchen making something to drink. I started cracking a tray of ice and I heard, behind me something say, "SHHHH..." in my ear and I felt the breath on my neck. There were other times in that house I heard people in the back of the house talking, pretty much only a female voice but when I went back there it would stop. The dog would bark at the walls. I really felt threatened in that house, more so a bad feeling, bad vibe. I'm getting goose bumps just talking about it.
Fast forward to the future and I am "28" and married again and have a baby and a toddler. Nothing had happened in a while until one morning I was sitting on the couch facing the backyard feeding my infant when I saw my older daughter's cat crossing the backyard, he had been missing for a year by now. I jumped up and opened the sliding glass door and it had disappeared. I thought, "Could it have jumped over the privacy fence that quick?", it was too far away from the fence though but I brushed that off thinking maybe he did. He has only been seen once or twice since.
Later that morning my daughter and I were watching the T.V. series "ANGEL" before she went to school. I had to get up to change my toddler's diaper. While he was on the changing table he looked towards the door of his bedroom and was just staring towards my daughter's bedroom so I turned and looked to see nobody and I turned back to my son on the changing table but then I heard my daughter's T.V. get louder, like someone opening the door and I turned only to see a silhouette of a female figure standing what seemed like right in the room a little past the door, but enough to cast a shadow from the ceiling light in the room. It stood there for merely seconds and I thought maybe my daughter went into her room to do something but forgot what she went in there for. Then the silhouette of this being walked in so when I was done changing my son's diaper, he ran in there and I went in after him to get him out before he got into her stuff (pre-teens, lots of junk) and there wasn't anyone in there. Baffled, I went into the living room and saw my daughter sitting in the same exact position as she was when I went out of the room. I asked her if she went in her room and she said no.
I told her what happened and she then proceeded to tell me what happened when she woke up to go to the bathroom at 6AM. She said she saw, by the foyer, what looked to be, well, "ME", which it wasn't of course, when she looked back it was gone. Later that morning, after my daughter went to school, I was sitting in the living room with my two dogs, my son and my infant daughter and (my husband was in our bedroom still sleeping). I heard our door shut (you know how after a while you know what sound each door makes), our bedroom door didn't open and then shut because it was shut to keep the noise down so my husband could sleep. Me, my son and dogs looked towards the hallway waiting for my husband to appear because I thought he got up, all of us looking, he never appeared. I got up to see what was up and I opened my bedroom door only to see my husband still sleeping and snoring very loudly. I didn't know what to think of that crazy morning but I have never felt threatened since I've been in this house and with my husband.
I very rarely see, hear or feel anything anymore and it may be because I am so busy with my kids. I don't know but I'm not complaining. Even when I do hear noises at night I don't really think much of it or maybe I'm too tired to pay it any attention.
I've had other experiences in my life but I have given you the strangest and ones that can't be explained. Another thing I'd like to mention is that everything I ever saw were black and I've read and heard that black was bad but are shadow people, the ones that do not have enough energy to manifest themselves, bad? I don't really think so but I know that I have felt threatened at times in the past. I've always wanted to share my experiences through a book or something because I think it is fascinating what I've experienced but I never did.
I'm glad I could share it with you! Thank you for your time. =)