Ever since I was about 5 or 6, I used to see this shadow man. I would only see him out of the corner of my eye, so I passed it off as my eyes playing tricks on me.
One day, when I was about 6 or 7, I was sitting in the living room that overlooked my kitchen. I blinked and saw the man standing in the kitchen, looking back at me. He had no face or distinct features. He was just a solid black human-like shape. He never talked or moved. I started crying and, me being the youngest child, my mother told me I saw it because I was mean to my siblings. I quickly cleaned up my act, but I still saw him frequently.
For a while after that incident, I could only see him out of the corner of my eye. However, one night I had a really bad dream that caused me to wake up to sleep with my mom. I was about 8 or 9 at the time. Again, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him standing in the kitchen. However, this time, his head appeared to explode and his face became clear. It looked scary, as I can remember: evil grin, laughing but no sound. It flew in front of my face until I ran past it and jumped on the couch and began screaming for my mom to come out.
She said it wasn't real and laid on the other couch while I watched cartoons. A few minutes later, when she fell asleep, I began to feel something watching me. I looked up and saw a man, the same shape and size as the black figure, wearing a blue tuxedo with red glowing eyes, gel-backed hair, smiling. Upon jumping off the couch, he disappeared. I never saw him again.
One day, years after all of this and the shadow man left my life (or so I thought), I took a nap at my aunt's house at about 4 or 5 in the morning. I awoke, being unable to move or yell for help, shaking and being shoved deep into the couch. Many people I told about this incident passed it off as sleep paralysis, but I knew what it really was.
Although I have not physically seen the shadow man since then, I have felt like I have the ability to see things happen before they actually occur. Not really like visions, but just like stories in the form of dreams.
I see things happen to people, such as someone in my family dying. As little as a week but as long as a month later, the things almost always happen. Still, to this day, I have the ability to foresee the future, to some degree.
Though I have moved many times since then, I have very recently started feeling the man's presence again. Doors that were closed will open, and doors that were open will close. Things I value fall off sturdy shelves, and the doorbell often rings when nobody is there.
When I am very close to falling asleep, I will hear a pounding sound, a grunt, my name being called, or faint whispering that will scare me awake. I know the shadow man is always watching me. But, to this day, I hope I will never have to face him again.