Jagged Blackness
J. had two experiences with shadow people. The first one happened at his girlfriend’s new apartment. It was night and she had a large clock that faintly illuminated her room. Adjoining the bedroom was a bath and the clock did not shed any light on it–it was black.
J. awoke with the terrible feeling of being watched. There was no one in the bedroom, but he felt someone was staring out at him from the bathroom. The bathroom doorway was inky black, an unnatural black and the feeling of a bad presence grew.
J. felt certain someone was there, so certain that he drew his gun and yelled at the shadow, “Who are you? What do you want?”
His girlfriend woke up and turned the lights on. There was nothing there.
The second experience was worse. J.’s father and brother had taken him to a shooting school as a gift for his bachelor’s party. At the hotel, J. chose the pull-out sofa as his bed. They all went to bed, but left the hallway light on.
J. slept and awoke in the middle of the night. He looked around the room towards his right and the television. Everything was normal. He looked back to his left and there looming above him was an enormous shadow person. It was so huge and impossibly black.
He could see its legs and arms, but there was no head, only jagged blackness. J. was frozen and couldn’t move. He screamed and screamed.
His brother and father ran into the room guns in hand, thinking that he was being murdered. J. said he saw his brother and father run through the apparition before it faded away.
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