This took place in my parents home. But before I tell my story, I want you to know I never heard of a shadow person. I knew nothing about their existence, but that was about to change.
In my childhood home we had a lot of unexplained things happen. Lights would cut on and off. The faucets would run. We heard walking in the hall. We heard voices. We saw little twinkly lights that would dance around in the dark. I heard growling and something calling my name.
My sister had moved in to my parents house with her two children. She was going through a divorce and needed a place to stay. There room was next to mine connected by a bathroom we shared. I had just woken up it was early morning. I remember like it was yesterday.
The sun was shining through the window. I could see everything. I could hear my mother and sister talking in the kitchen. They were talking about me. See I had just graduated from high school, and didn't have any plans for college.
I laid there listening to them. My mom said I was a screw up. But to be fair how was I to go to college without any money. My father made too much for financial aid. And they didn't have anything put back for me.
As I laid there Listening I started to cry. I must of fallen asleep. Next thing I noticed my bed started to shaking. I laid there for a minute thinking it was the washer shaking the house. But then it got to where the shaking was strong.
I turned over and to my surprise there was a shadow in the shape of a human at the end of my bed. I didn't feel fearful. And then the shadow spoke all it said was hi Elizabeth. And then it was gone. I got up after that. But I couldn't comprehend what I just seen.
I did some research and discover it was a shadow person. And I have seen it a few times since then. But the strange thing is, it has never scared me. And it has not spoken to me since.