Shadow people are a peculiar type of entity. I believe they can either be human or nonhuman and perhaps they are not able to manifest entirely so we see them as a blur generally with no or few discernible features. When I first begun seeing shadow people, I was a child in the evening fully awake and preoccupied with myself. Of all the first four I had seen in my childhood, I had laid eyes on them for a full minute and studied them recognizing that what I was seeing would not fade away and felt conscious. They had walked, took notice of me and expressed themselves, or simply stood there with eyes glued on me. So, for most of my life I could never empathize with those who had seen shadows in their sleep or from the corner of their eye. I did not feel unsure, I felt more certain than anything in the world with what I saw. Over time, I lessened in seeing entities to very rare instances to having dreams, hearing people talking to me, and feeling a room change. Recently, I have become more uncertain and skeptical as my experiences have changed and I have gotten older.
Sensations such as feeling touched or hearing breathing have been disregarded by me as having anatomical origins. When our muscles flex, it can feel as if we are being poked or touched, so I now disregard those for me. The sound of breathing in your ear can be your body hearing its own internal noise. Unless, the feeling is unbelievably human-like or I see an entity touching me, I ignore it. Perhaps I also want to distance myself because over time, the paranormal can drive you mad and you must step back into the land of the living and regain a sense of sanity.
A while ago, I had an encounter that startled me. I was sitting on the sofa preoccupied with my own thoughts when out of the corner of my eye I saw a shadow person gliding across the floor. It went from the hallway to the foyer, so I could no longer see it because of the wall. My mother was sitting next to me watching a show on television and did not notice it, but I did. This is the first shadow I have ever seen that I wasn't staring at directly. It shook me because I was convinced I saw a shadow person, but I am not sure if maybe it was just my brain trying to fill in the gaps of what it saw.
Coupled with this, a couple months ago, I was dreaming and could feel as if my soul was being slowly pulled from my body and into my brother's room. In the dream, my brother's door was open, and I could see a light on in the living room that shined on this dark, cloaked entity. The shadow person had a hood and what appeared to be wide sleeves. Hidden inside of its sleeve was a reflective curved blade almost like a giant fish hook. Naturally, I started thrashing in this dream state and trying to pull away from this shadow being. I woke up my heart beating violently. After this, our neighbor downstairs had a fire in her apartment. So, I connected the two as perhaps a warning, but I don't know if I even believe that.
Then, something happened to L, my boyfriend, that made me feel a little more certain but also with good company regarding the paranormal. Recently, I had a sleepover with L at his house. He is fascinated by my paranormal encounters and had never had one until now. We woke up in the morning around 8 am, and after talking a little it, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. He was laying on the bed fully awake waiting for me to return. He was laying down, facing his window, and thought he heard me walk back inside the bedroom. When he glanced up, he thought he saw a "head-shaped shadow" around my height from the corner of his eye.
Thinking it was me, sneaking back into bed, he turned his head around but saw nothing, and he went back to facing the window. He felt a presence sit down on the bed, as if somebody had actually sat on it. The weight shifted to that spot, and he felt the bed sink slightly. He did not look around this time because he was confused by what was happening. Over the course of a couple seconds, he felt this weight move towards him, as it lifted up and down again. Almost like someone was crawling towards him. Then it was gone.
After this happened, L, told me that in the moment, he understood what was happening to him, and the sensations of the entity moving around. But as time went on, even as he was describing what had happened, he felt like it wasn't even real after the fact.
For many of us seeing and hearing entities when wide awake and sane is evidence to us. Being pushed down stairs or having premonitions come true or having knowledge we couldn't possibly have is a given. But some of us, regardless if an experience is head-on or vague, we can't help but have a hard time wrapping our minds around it. We have bred our minds to be as skeptical, lucid, and scientific as we can. Maybe I am too young to be comfortable with my personal beliefs. I don't know. But it is still comforting that my boyfriend understood not only my experiences but how they made me felt. Thank you for reading.