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.
This is the most recent story I can remember as I’ve had many experiences that cannot be explained. I was working security in an undisclosed location and no it was not anything special or secret. I have to keep locations hidden for client confidentiality as I still work for them. Locations and names are altered Anyways here is the story.
I was working patrol duties in a metro area in the center of America for a protective services agency. We had this particular site we’ll call Bridge Gate or aka the haunted house. We were hired for this site because it was off a light rail station and the clients had problems with homeless people entering this building which was still being built. This building was huge it was five stories high and had three basement levels and took up about two city blocks.
It seemed like a simple assignment until things started to happen to the other guards on this route before I came on duty. First during the month of November our more experienced guard was making his nightly stop at this site to find the gate wide open. He called for a cover unit to stop by so they could clear the building as the police had told us they would not respond unless we found something. Needless to say the two guard on duty that night did find something strange.
I an a 21 year old guy living at my parents house with my fiancé and 3 week old new born. We live in the United Kingdom about roughly an hour away from London, the town I live in to put it bluntly is shit too. So before I get into the story I want to stress that what has happened to me has gone on for nearly 2 years and is still going on at the minute hence why I’ve written this all down here because I could do with some grounded thoughts and opinions as to wtf I should do.
So basically imagine you’ve just walked out the house; you’re standing at the top of the sloped driveway on a dead end road with a lower school or elementary I think you Americans call it to the left hand side. Also to the left hand side on the outside of the school is a long path made of red and black with a white line separating the two colours and this path stretches a good I’d say roughly 750 meters and at the bottom is something the locals of my town call “the mushroom” and it’s along this pathway where my story takes place.
January 2017 was when I first saw them, I was walking home from a friends house after having chilled out with her for a couple of hours. Now before I go any further I should point out that I was severely depressed at the time and on medication. But anyway I was walking and I had reached passed the mushroom and was beginning the walk back up the alley way to my home, I’d got about halfway when I noticed at top by the side of my house were about six pure black figures. They had no facial features and as i got closer I noticed that I couldn’t see any parts that would make them recognisable as a person. When I say that I mean it as in they were standing like a person would…but the vibes I was feeling off them as I got closer were ones of danger and unease. Instead of walking straight to them I took an alley to my right and made a beeline up it, to this day I still don’t know why but when I looped around and came back to my house up my street the figures were gone. I looked down the pathway and I could see them…don’t ask me how they got down there but they had somehow ended up at the other end of the pathway down by the mushroom. I remember my thoughts being “hahaha, no fuck that” as I headed inside…but this was only the first encounter.
I’m not one who often experiences the paranormal but when your dog notices you notice.
I was in my room playing on my phone like I usually do and when I looked up I saw a shadowy humanoid figure standing in my door way.
I had the sense that it was staring at me. Not like it wanted to hurt me and was planning my murder, but like when you look up and see your dog staring at you.
I decided to pass it off for me looking at my phone for to long. My dog on the other hand decided to let me know it wasn’t just my eyes playing tricks on me.
This was a few years ago. I live in New York, and my family was gathering at my aunt’s home in Virgina for my grandmother’s 90th birthday. My parents and grandmother were going to spend a week there but my sister and I had to work so we just went down for the weekend.
It was getting late as we got back to N.Y. so we picked up some dinner on the way home. While we were eating I clearly saw a shadow figure behind my sister. It walked out of the bathroom and into my parent’s bedroom.
I stood up and examined my parent’s bedroom but didn’t see anything out of place.
When I was a little kid I met a new friend. His name was Matt. The strange part about Matt is, he was a shadow person.
Matt was the name I gave him, I say him because his features were more manly than girly. I only seen Matt once. I was relaxing on the couch in the living room, I had my eyes shut, but when I opened them there he was. If I were to try to describe him I would say he looked like a man from the 1950s with his hair slicked back. Anyway, when I opened my eyes I was greeted by a completely black male figure.
I’ve heard stories where sightings of shadow people are usually quick glances, or they are human shaped until around the legs where they become more like a blur.
In my case it wasn’t a glance, and he didn’t go into a blur. He was a basic human except for him only being a black figure with no features other than his hair which was slicked back. Even without any features though I could tell he was staring into my eyes while I stared into his nonexistent eyes. He was strange to see, but I had no sense of fear only friendliness.
Through out my life I have had many paranormal events.
But none as scary as the first one.
I lived in a small town named love,
On the edge of town over looking a farmer field.
As an adult I found out that the area was a scene of a war.
Before I begin, I would like to mention that my wife and I never drink, smoke, or use drugs, so I can’t chalk this up to imagination or hallucinations. Anyway, this is my story.
This story took place when I was young. Not super young, but young enough for me to barely remember this experience- maybe between 6 and 8 years old. I have always been interested in and attuned to the paranormal.
Though I don’t have many face-to-face encounters, I often predict what will happen within a week through my dreams. Even details as close to a word that keeps repeating in my dreams that someone will eventually say. When I was little I would be even more like this- I would dream more lucidly, predict more often, but I’m not happy to admit that I would have sleep paralysis, dreams of specters around my house, and hear things that others couldn’t.
Last year, I’ve even had one of my intense childhood dreams predict me moving my room into where it is today.
This is a story that initially never seemed that scary to me — mostly because I only connected the dots a few years ago. We were at a friend’s house for the night and wound up talking about the paranormal and our own experiences with it, and while I was recounting what I’d always dismissed as a creepy waking dream I realized it wasn’t so banal after all.
When I was little I never slept during the day — actually, even today I have a hard time taking a power nap. And of course during the naptimes in my daycare I never could fall asleep, but I was required to lay in that darkened room on my colorful mattress anyway and stare at the ceiling while everyone else dozed off. We were mostly on the floor; there were a few bunk beds along the wall but they were not nearly enough for all of us. So the bed spots rotated and the mattresses covered for the rest of us. Or, well, I was always on a mattress: I didn’t sleep, I didn’t get a bed. It was better that someone who actually needed to get comfortable for napping got one.
One day I was lying there as usual. The room had two doors facing each other on the opposite walls and I was right by the other one. The teacher was sitting there between them but I had unobstructed view of the other door, the one that lead to the entrance. There was a little bit of light streaming in through the heavy curtains on the windows and under the doors.