(With my Mom's permission I am submitting another paranormal experience she had as child. This is her story.)
This also happened at my Grandparent's home on Eldorado St. Pacoima, California. In 1952 I was 4 years old and was now sleeping in one of the garage bedrooms. There was one queen sized bed, and two twin sized beds in this room. My Mom slept in the queen sized bed with my little brother and I slept on one of the twin sized beds. To my right slept one of my younger Uncles on the other twin sized bed. The room was huge and there was plenty of walking space around the beds. The foot of my twin sized bed faced the wall so that the top of my head was aimed in the direction of the end of my Mom's queen size bed. However my Mom wasn't there at this time, and my brother was sleeping alone on the bed behind me. In the middle of the night I was sleeping but something woke me. Something inside of me in my head made me want to look behind at your Mother's bed. Everyone was sleeping and it was quiet. And I thought I saw a black coat or large sweater partially draped over the bed that came down to the floor behind me. I turned my neck and back and peered over to look behind at this dark thing. I wasn't expecting to see anything strange but suddenly the black form started moving. It lifted what seemed like a head and shoulders and it turned slowly around with its back to me and looked back at me.
Before it would see me I turned back and pretended to still be asleep and covered my head slowly with my blankets and put my hands tight over my eyes and squeezed my eyes shut. But I could see a pair of phosphorus green glowing eyes. And they were looking at me. I could still see him no matter what I did to not see. This black shadow form got up and slowly walked around the head of my bed toward the left side of me where I lay. He kept staring down at me into my eyes even though I was pretending to be asleep. He walked as if cautious of me as he glided slowly toward the wall my feet faced. I didn't scream but I was scared and he walked through the wall. He didn't have a form like a man, but he had arms and legs and stood up right. He didn't seem to have a neck and he was short and misshapen and kind of moldy. But it was his glowing phosphorus green eyes that were scary. After that I didn't want to sleep anymore in the garage and moved back into the house. I slept peacefully after that. About a month later we had a family reunion and some of my older uncles came over and slept in the garage and had put more beds in the two garage bed rooms; to accommodate all the family.
There were seven family members now sharing the two rooms. The next morning my uncles came into the kitchen and were talking amongst themselves and were laughing and were making dirty jokes and making fun of a "little headless a#%hole" they were chasing in the middle of the night around 2 o'clock in the morning; out of the garage. One of my uncles saw what he described as a little short guy in black in the garage and he yelled; "Aye! What are you doing in here get out!" The little shadow guy took off out of the garage and my uncles went after him. They weren't scared and chased him through the backyard and they were screaming and yelling at him to face them like a man, but the shadow form ran straight into a large cactus and disappeared. They were swearing and threatening him with words like; "You're lucky we didn't get a hold of you! We'll be waiting for you!" It wasn't that he didn't have a head; it was that he was so misshapen he looked like he didn't have one. He never did come back after that.
Many years later when I was married and living in northern California with my husband and my three children, I was dedicating my self in the study of the Bible and Christianity and I began to recall the shadow person I saw as a child and pitied him. I began praying for him so that somehow God would give him rest. But I think it was a mistake, because I ended up having horrible dreams about him. And he came to visit me in them and it wasn't friendly. I didn't pray for him anymore. Only God can help him.