February 27, 2007, my children and I were all home sick. My son Dalton (6 at the time) and I had been awake for awhile when he sat up on my bed and said "Mom, the ghost just ran in the kitchen." I said "what?" He said, "Our ghost, he just ran in the kitchen. Look, Mom, there he is."
I couldn't turn over to see because of the way Dalton was laying on my side. So I asked what the ghost looked like and he said the ghost was black. I asked if he was big or little and Dalton said big. I asked "big like your dad?" and Dalton said "Yes, big like Daddy." Then he said, "There he goes again, Mom; now's he's gray." A few seconds later there was a sound on our roof and Dalton looked upward and said, "He's up there now." I just said okay. I really don't believe that was our ghost; just coincidental timing of something else. Then again, who knows, maybe it was. We didn't have any trees, electric lines, etc that hung over or around the trailer. Then Dalton said, "Our ghost don't scare me, Mom. He's not scary at all." I told him that was good that he wasn't afraid of our ghost; that most of the time our ghosts don't want to scare us.
A couple of months later (May) I saw a shadow person. At least, I assume that's what he was. It was around 12:30 a.m. I had just gone to my room from Dalton's and was just laying in bed waiting on Dalton to realize I wasn't laying down with him anymore, and for him to wake up and come get in bed with me. So I was completely awake.
Just to give you an idea of what my bedroom and bathroom were like, the bedroom had a garden tub in the left corner, mirrors surrounding the garden tub on 2 sides, to the right side of the tub was a double sink with mirrors above them, and commode and shower in a separate room. (This was all at one end of the trailer.) While lying in bed, looking into the mirrors, I could see through my kitchen into my living room and down the hallway toward my kids' rooms.
So, I was in bed, facing my bathroom looking at the mirrors (which typically I don't do) when all of a sudden I saw a black silhouette walking in the living room from one side of the room to the other (toward the living room door). I just lay there thinking to myself "Oh please tell me that's Dalton". It wasn't. This was the very first time I had ever seen such a solid, black "thing" so I have to admit I was a little "OMG!" ish. This "shadow" was similar to Alfred Hitchcock's profile (seriously, big belly and all). He was solid black. No color at all. But all I could see was from the waist up. I'm not sure if it's the way I was laying on the bed, looking in the mirrors or if I just couldn't see from the waist down because there was nothing to see. Seeing him totally caught me off guard. I was not asleep, completely awake and had been for about 15 minutes. Not my imagination. I don't think, even in my wildest imagination, I would have imagined something that looked like that.
The thing is this "shadow man" didn't even act like he knew anyone else was around. He acted like he had a purpose and was intent on fulfilling that purpose. And that purpose had nothing to do with me. I never saw him again after that.
I know a lot of people would automatically jump on the "demon" train because he was solid black. I don't agree with that assessment. I felt absolutely nothing from him. No evil intent, no desire to interact with us at all. I can't even say he was the same "ghost" Dalton saw. I just wonder if I was supposed to see him at all.