I was reading the story What Shadow People Want, it reminded me when as a child, when lived in an apartment in New York, on the first floor. Every night I would see shadows, but they were kind of gray in color, the room was dark, I had my eyes open and that is what I saw, gray shadows, like people figure, many walking in and out of my room through the door. They never looked nor bothered me. They just walk. Like as if passing by. I thought that was normal. We lived there for some years. It stopped when we moved to Coney Island.
That's another story. But, why was I seeing those gray figures? Demons or ghost passing by? I just saw them and had no answers because I was small. Then things got out of hand when I experienced more occurrences in our next living place.
This time I didn't see shadows, I saw true figures and felt strange forces, that scared the living lights out of me. As time passed I got curious and wanted answers.