Encounters with Shadow People: New Stories
Shadow people are mysterious beings that exist somewhere between the real world and the realm of ghosts. Unlike traditional ghosts, they appear as mere shadows of a person, lacking discernible facial features or specific bodily traits. Sometimes they have sharp outlines, while other times they appear blurry. They can be flat, like shadows on a wall, but may also take on a three-dimensional form. They are most commonly seen at night in bedrooms, but their presence is not linked to sleep paralysis, as witnesses are fully capable of movement and even communication.
A Visit to the Mobile Home
This story was shared by a man who lives with his wife in a small mobile home. One night, as he lay awake, something strange happened:
“…I felt a presence, and suddenly, a silent figure passed through our bedroom door and walked past our bed. Then, it stopped motionless at the foot of our bed. I realized that this being was aware of us and was closely observing as we lay there.
This entity could be described as something resembling black smoke or a shadow, yet it was more material than either of those but still less tangible than a real person. The strangest thing was that I felt no fear. Although I was fully aware that this being was from another world, I experienced no emotions of terror—only curiosity or even awe.
Just as I convinced myself that it was merely my imagination, my wife woke up. I asked her, ‘Do you see anything?’ Expecting her to reply, ‘What do you mean?’ I was instead shocked when she answered, ‘You mean that figure standing at the foot of the bed?’
At that moment, I became somewhat nervous. We lay there for about ten minutes, and then it vanished. Over roughly ten seconds, it became less solid, and we stopped sensing it before it disappeared completely. After that, everything felt as if it had never happened. Since then, we have never encountered anything like it again. The only proof of its existence remains in the memories my wife and I share.”
“My House Was Full of Shadow People”
The next story was shared by a man who spent his childhood in a house teeming with shadow people:
“Until I was eight years old, I lived in a house full of shadow people. Almost every night, they would appear in my room and around it—sometimes alone, sometimes in groups. They would stand in doorways, peek around corners, sit at the foot of my bed, or creep up the stairs.
Sometimes, they whispered to each other in chilling voices, and once, I woke up to find one sitting beside me on the edge of my bed. Thinking it was one of my parents, I sat up and looked at it.
The most terrifying experience happened when I was six or seven years old, taking a bath. One of them lunged at me, and I lost consciousness out of sheer horror. It was as if black mist entered the bathroom and took the form of a person next to me.
This all sounds insane, but after we moved, I never experienced anything like it again. Even thirty years later, I still get chills remembering it.”
“This Wasn’t a Fever Dream”
This story comes from a woman who, as a teenager, lived in an old house in southwestern Ontario, Canada. She is convinced that what she experienced was not a fever-induced nightmare:
“I suddenly woke up around three in the morning for no reason. Glancing at my digital clock with red backlighting, I noted the time and tried to roll over to go back to sleep.
But as I started dozing off, I heard what I thought was one of my parents’ voices on the stairs leading up to our bedrooms. Listening carefully, I heard the familiar creak of the second-bottom step and assumed my mom or dad was coming to check on me.
I called out, ‘Mom?’ but got no response. I tried again: ‘Dad?’ Still nothing.
Then I heard another step creak, followed by silence. After a minute or two, another creak signaled that someone was continuing upstairs.
Growing more confident that one of my parents was approaching, I called out once more, but still, no answer. The creaking continued, as if someone was ascending the stairs repeatedly.
Finally, the sounds stopped, and I heard soft footsteps behind my bedroom door. As they approached, I froze—not out of conscious fear but from a strange anticipation. I wanted to see who was walking toward my room at three in the morning.
In an instant, a tall figure in a cloak appeared in the doorway, blocking the anti-smoking poster on my door.
I stared at it, trying to comprehend what I was seeing. I couldn’t make out its facial features because the being seemed too dense and dark, as if light couldn’t penetrate it.
I don’t know why I assumed it was male, but its broad silhouette and the way it draped a cloak over its shoulders, along with a wide-brimmed hat, made it seem distinctly masculine.
We stared at each other for what felt like a full minute. Then, I turned away to switch on my bedside lamp. When I looked back, the doorway was empty. The figure was gone.”
A Shadow Person at the Window
This story was told by a man named Ian Spike. His family lived in a private house, and one evening, he was lying on his bed, waiting to be called for dinner:
“The only light in the room came from a small yellow-orange lamp, dimly illuminating the space. I wasn’t doing anything, just thinking or daydreaming.
Suddenly, I felt like I was being watched. Looking to my right, I saw someone peering at me through the window.
At first, I thought it was one of my cousins trying to scare me. The silhouette had short, spiky hair, similar to styles my cousins wore.
