I'm new to this site and have never been what people call sensitive or psychic and haven't seen or heard much of what would be considered experiences of a paranormal nature. However the subject greatly interests me, and though I know some stories are fabricated I've talked to enough friends and seen enough on the internet to know it can't all be made up. Plus I've had at least one experience in my life the truly frightened the living daylights out of me.
I've seen lots of people who have posted stories about shadow people and what happened to me fits into that category better than anything else. It's probably not the most scary post compared to what I've read, especially for those having to deal with continued activity, but I was so completely terrified by this one experience that I'm grateful it hasn't been anything I've had to deal with over and over.
This all took place in 1974, when I was 14. My family and I lived in a typical ranch home common in the Phoenix area in the 60's and 70's, and my parents had bought it as a new track home several years earlier. My dad was in the Air Force and stationed in Thailand at the time, so it was just my mom, my brother and me.
My mom had a habit of leaving the kitchen light on at night; I guess for some reason it made her feel more secure, even though I thought we lived in a pretty safe area of town. I liked to keep my door open at night because I felt too claustrophobic when it was closed. My room was at the end if the hallway, my brother's room was next to mine, and my mom and dad's room straight across the hall from my door.
On this particular night I woke up suddenly and the first thing I remember was looking at my alarm clock next to my bed, which said 1:20am. The next thing I remember is looking towards my doorway and into the dimly lit hallway beyond. There was a shadow on the hallway wall in the form of a human figure, and I know I was not dreaming. This thing actually moved. Not only could I see it move, I could hear the footsteps on the carpet as it slowly walked towards my door. I was petrified and literally could not move. I was too afraid to scream or make any kind of noise.
It was at that precise moment that I learned what it meant when one's blood ran cold. I just knew someone had broken into the house and had no idea what to do, so I just laid there terrified as I watched this shadow cast onto the wall by some unknown intruder waiting for him to finally appear in front of my door.
Well I waited. And waited. The shadow stopped advancing and kind of faded or just blended in with the other shadows. I mean nothing else happened. I was still scared to death but after about 15 minutes I got the courage to jump out of my bed and run across the hall into my mom's room and woke her up to tell her what I saw. In her half asleep state she brushed it off as me having a nightmare and let me sleep with her the rest of the night. I finally fell into an exhausted sleep until morning, and when I investigated found all the doors and windows secure. I never talked about it much, and thought maybe it really was my imagination, but to this day remember it in detail like it happened yesterday.
That is not the complete end of the story. Some months later my dad had returned from his overseas trip and used to stay up really late on his days off because he worked swing shifts. Often he would fall asleep on the couch in front of the TV. This was the time before cable and we had all of 5 stations to watch, and none of them stayed on all night, so after Sign Off there would be nothing but static on the TV.
So again late one night maybe a year or so later I woke up and could hear someone walking around and saw a person's shadow moving about. I wasn't scared this time because I knew it was probably my dad getting up from the couch to go to bed, but after a few minutes didn't see him walk by the door to go into the bedroom. Curiosity got the better of me so I got up. There was my dad snoring away on the couch with the TV displaying its late-night static interface. My dad was laying there as if he had not moved for hours, let alone 5 minutes ago.
That's when it hit me that maybe it had not been my dad I had seen an heard moving around in the family room. I starting getting that same terrified feeling again, but all I could do was go back to bed and try to tell myself there was some logical explanation for what I had seen and heard.
I don't know if there is a logical explanation or not, but we moved to a new home shortly after. I've not had that kind of experience since. I've had a couple other weird experiences which I will talk about later, but this was definitely the most frighting for me.