One of my earliest experiences started with an apartment my parents moved us into. Just a regular two bedroom apartment in the suburbs of Portland, Oregon. It had a large living room with a long highway that connected the front living room and kitchen to two bedrooms and two bathrooms on the other end of the apartment.
I was about seven at the time. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first, but months later, at night when the lights went out, I was laying in bed at the end of the hall. Trying to fall asleep, I did my best to ignore the dark, and the shadows of the trees moving in the wind outside.
As my eyes continued to roam around the room, my eyes caught on two shadows by the door. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I realized that the shadows weren't of trees or the furniture, but they were in the shape of two human forms. One taller and one shorter, but both were black shadows, completely opaque and darker than any other shadow around them. And unlike the shadows of the trees, they weren't moving. The smaller of the two shadow figures seemed to be peering at me from around the corner, like a child peeking in on someone. I stayed stock still until they were gone. I told no one.
Time went by and the small shadow returned once by itself one other time. Still I didn't think my parents would believe me.
But one day as we were leaving the apartment, Dad went to turn on the hallway light and it didn't work. We checked the circuit breaker, and nothing had been tripped. We changed the light bulb, and two new light bulbs in a row didn't work. We called the apartment maintenance and no one could figure out the issue. The next day, the lights turned on without an issue. By then, my parents started to wonder what was going on with this place. Everything seemed to be centered around this hallway, the shadows, the lights suddenly not working...
Then my family was having dinner and a movie in our back room. Dad asked me to get something he forgot in the kitchen. It was a bright sunlit afternoon, and nothing had happened for weeks. I walked down the hall without fear, thinking of nothing in particular.
The minute I came to the other end and got to our living room, I stopped dead in my tracks. There, by the computer desk in the living room, stood the same two shadows, just as dark and opaque as before, standing against the blinding daylight.
I ran back down the hall to my parents, finally screaming out what I'd seen, but when they came back to the living room with me, the shadow figures were gone.
Even though these incidents were rather tame compared with what happened to me in the years to follow, it opened my eyes to the world of the paranormal. Once this happened, I could never go back to the innocent idea Casper was the only ghost, or scary stories were told just during Halloween. It was a world that would always seem to find me.
In the back of my mind I'm always leery of homes with long hallways, since hallways seem to enter other paranormal experiences I've had over years. Does anyone else have a theory about hallways somehow being related to the paranormal?
I will be sharing other experiences here soon, and they only get more intense as the years go on.