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.