Shadow man on the riverwalk

My former best friend and I used to go on a lot of walks together back in 2017. We live four blocks away from each other and neither of us could drive at the time so it was one of the things we like to do and were able to do to get out of our houses. It was in summer and it was always especially nice out at night. Anyway, there’s a park in our town within walking distance which was one of our usual haunts. To get there you could either stay on the sidewalk or you could take a shortcut on this path along the river called the riverwalk, which we would take to enter and leave the park. This instance happened one night when we were leaving the park via this shortcut around 10pm. The moon was pretty bright so you could still see everything, even though there weren’t any lights. As we were walking we passed this one spot that has a small set of steps leading down to the river bank. The conversation had lulled and I looked directly at the steps. They were empty. I looked at her and made some comment on the weather being nice, or something along those lines. When I looked back at the trail I immediately noticed the stairs in the corner of my eye. They weren’t empty anymore. There was a man there, sitting on the top step, watching us walk past. Right away I felt cold, almost like swimming through a cold spot in a warm pool. I also only knew he was watching us from the way his head was facing right at us. I couldn’t tell from his face because it wasn’t there, even though I should have because of the moonlight. After all, I could see my friend’s face and she had her back to the moon. Instead of a face, there was only a black void. I kind of seized up, and I could only walk past robotically. That in of itself is kind of weird, because even at this time of night, at least where I live, you always acknowledge the people you walk past with a wave or a simple “hi.” But I couldn’t speak, not even to my friend. Now, I rarely get scared. Startled, sure, but almost never scared. What I felt that night was pure instinctual terror as I walked past this man. Normally I would have thought this was a hallucination, as I have been known to have them in the past, but a few minutes after I saw the man, my friend said she saw and felt the exact same things in the exact same way. For a long time we had no idea what that was but looking back on it now and after hearing other stories, I believe this to be a shadow person.

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My Shadow Person Encounter

Note: this happened a few years back so forgive me if I’m a little fuzzy on the details. So, a few ago I was with my mom and my sister. We were driving up to see my grandfather and his wife my “step-grandmother”. We drove for hours up into the wooded northern mountains of Georgia until eventually we reached his house. The house sat on top of a hill and at the bottom of the hill was a small tin barn of sorts that held a four-wheeler. When we arrived we toured the property and saw the woods until dusk. Then we went inside. The house was reasonably large with about six rooms the only ones of which I can remember is the living room, the two bedrooms, and the kitchen/ dining room. The living room was composed of two conjoined rooms which held a table with four chairs, a desk with a computer, and a couch with a small end table which held an old tv.
It was about 13 years ago (i read somewhere this number held significance to another encounter) so I was younger at the time so for what I would guess was about an hour or two I played on the computer and colored online coloring pages of Clifford the big red dog. When we were ready to go to bed I had to sleep on the couch in the living room. I layer on the couch and watched “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?” When the movie had just finished up and I had just turned it off I looked into the kitchen about 3 yards away From where I was on the couch I could see into the kitchen and back down the hall at the master bedroom door where my grandfather slept. The door to the master bedroom opened.
Out walked a black figure. I wasn’t surprised, it was dark and no lights were on, I wasn’t surprised I couldn’t see who I thought was my grandfather. I figured he’d got up for a drink or snack because he walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. What was strange was that he seemed to skinny to be my grandfather, my grandfather was no male model, he was about 250 pounds maybe and the person I saw was skinnier, about maybe 160-220 pounds and of moderate build. That was the moment which changed my life forever. As the person I couldn’t discern opened the fridge their darkness wasn’t banished by the fridge light. It was if the fridge light just didn’t shine on it at all. It was as if the light curved around it. The light shone everywhere else but on it, there was light on the wall behind it and on the floor below it. It wasn’t as if it was smoky like I’ve heard about, it was completely solid. Where it stood it left no shadow in the light and from what little I could see of it it had short hair, it was a young man, and was about a quarter of a foot shorter than the fridge. It pulled a whole gallon of milk from the fridge and just chugged it straight from the jug. I didn’t see any milk spill on it and drank for a about five to seven seconds without stopping, then it put the cap back on the milk and put it back. Then it closed the fridge and and disappeared back into the bedroom and shut the door. I had no idea what I had just saw and it frankly scared the crap out of me. We left the next day and I never said a word. My grandfather later moved out of the house although I don’t know if it was due to it or because he simply whanted to be nearer to my mother who was his daughter.
I eventually talked to my mother about it years later and she said that she had been their with me on the couch and had seen it. I still know to this day she wasn’t there with me. I remember laying all the way out on that short five foot wide couch. I wonder though if she just didn’t remember or if she was lying. But, if she was lying why? Why would she lie about being there? Why would she just acknowledge the existence of it to a young kid whom she should have said was just dreaming? Why would she say she believed me if she wasn’t even there? I think what I saw that night was a shadow person. I never saw it again.

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