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15 Years Of Pain - My First Encounter Of 'shadow People'

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#1 dangerexx

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Posted 20 May 2021 - 04:31 PM

The story you're about to read is real. I've finally decided to go public with my experiences after nearly three decades with just a few close family members and friends knowing.

I have some great stories to share for those willing to listen. I'm open to speaking on podcasts and other platforms.

This was only my first occurrence with shadow people growing up. I had many more, mostly in my pre-teens to teens.

Most of my paranormal experiences occurred within a range of fifteen or so years, give or take. My earliest experience began when I was three years old or so, and my last profound experience tapered off around 19 years old.

The story begins with my first paranormal experience of shadow people.

My parents met in the late eighties and they were both serving members of the military. Shortly after they met, both my parents were assigned to an air force base in Ontario. I was born in there, and my brother followed shortly afterwards. Roughly a year after my brother was born, we were transferred to the province of Québec. We were located in a highly francophone region in Quebec, where my father had been posted to an Army base. My parents decided to buy a house in a neighboring town. It wasn't a luxury home, but I enjoyed my time there as a kid. We had a large backyard which I spent a lot of time in. The history of the house is unknown to my family. From the looks of it, the house didn't appear haunted. It wasn't bent out of shape, it was just a 1970-80's cookie-cutter house in an ordinary middle-class neighbourhood. I suppose this might be one of many visions of what a ‘basic' family home would look like in North America.

In this house, at three years old, everything started.

We were what I thought was an average family, but happy and in good health. Nobody had any serious issues, the family dynamic was awesome, and my dad was incredibly creative and fun. For the most part, we were good children. We did well in our early school years, and we weren't too spoiled, especially because we couldn't afford to be. But my mother did everything she could to pamper me and my brother. She wanted a good life for us. She would save her money to ensure we always had new clothes and shoes for school. She also always taught us good manners, to treat all people with respect, and to not judge others. Despite their eventual separation, they remained to be amazing parents. They always did their best to offer us a good life.

When we moved to this town, my mother sacrificed her service to follow my father's. I believe it was a fluke that they were previously posted to the same base, because in the 1980s, career managers were not as accommodating to service couples as they are now in Canada. She decided to use this opportunity to raise her children and look after the home until we were old enough to look after ourselves.

Once you entered the front door of the house, there was a small square area for removing your boots and hanging your keys. There were two sets or stairs directly in front of you. One to the ground floor and one to the basement. Below, and directly to the left, there was a bathroom, and inside the bathroom on the left side, there was a small storage space. The space was large enough to kneel down and walk into, so my dad used the space to develop the film since it was a dark and secluded room. While the restroom was on the left, my room was on the right, which was beside my parents' room. I had a small window in my bedroom on the left side, that had a partial view of our large, fenced in the back yard. I couldn't see anything though, since the window was located high enough on the wall, and I was almost at the basement level; plus, I was just a little guy.

I vividly recall many details... My parents purchased my first bed for me when we moved into that house. It was lifted up onto a metal frame, and painted bright red, like a maraschino cherry. There was also a railing that my parents later took off when I became older.

It was between the age of 3-4 years old, but well before Kindergarten before I experienced something so impactful, that it would forever be burned into my head until this day.

Most nights, we probably went to bed between 7pm and 8pm. We were familiar with the routine, and we followed it. We had a very military style of discipline in our home; not only were my parents in the military, but so were the previous generations in my family, and that culture carried on. We weren't perfect kids, but I like to think we were well-behaved kids.

One night; (which looks identical to all other nights as a child, except for Christmas), I awoke in my cherry red bed. I knew it was late, because it was dark outside from my window, but not so late that my parents were asleep, because I could hear them talking upstairs with the TV on. I struggled to fall asleep, so I lay down on my bed, looking around the room like any curious child. I was getting uncomfortable, so I turned over to my left-side, which would have been facing the door to my bedroom. It was dark enough in the room, but I was in my room long enough for my eyes to be well adapted to the darkness at this stage. The only light I had from my room was the gentle, backside of a faint porch light, and any ambient light from the moon, if any. I looked around the room, and then I began to draw my attention to my bedroom door. It had passively peaked my interest, because I noticed that the area located directly in front of my closed bedroom door was unusually dark. I remember being able to look at the surrounding walls, but not that specific area for some reason. I kept watching the black mass, and I looked away a few times, still looking around the room. I looked back at the door, and in the confusion, saw an opaque black figure in the outline of a person standing right there. It was probably about eight feet away or so, give or take. I wasn't initially scared, and instead, I think I kind've giggled, thinking it looked like a person, and that some object in my room was obviously creating a very-telling shadow of a humanoid. I kept looking into the shadows, but I started to realize that something seemed strange. The shadow itself was not on the wall, it was OFF the wall, IN the room, standing like a person and opaquely black in colour. No light seemed to come through, it was not transparent, it was not translucent, it was a deep black hole, black. I was still confused, and I didn't put too much thought into it, so I kept gazing.

In one moment, I was relaxed and intrigued as to what was causing this image in front of me, but in the next, I was struck with paralyzing fear, as I started to see the figure move towards me. It wasn't walking like a human, or something I even recognised on the planet at that moment in my life. There were almost no features. There was no face, but I could clearly discern the shape of the body, arms, legs and so on. He resembled a man. When the shadow approached me, it didn't do so by walking, there were no fluid, human-like limbs moving around in a human-like, or even earth-like fashion. This shadow would vanish, then reappear a step or two closer in a moment - as fast as a shutter can trigger on a camera. I didn't stop looking... I could not shout, I trembled, I cried, and I had my blankets set against my eyes, but I kept watching, as if it were a film. It continued to move itself towards me. Disappearing, reappearing, disappearing, reappearing... until he stood right over me by my nightstand. I was petrified by that moment. With the speed, I threw the blankets over my head, and I buried my face as deeply into the pillows and blankets as I could without suffocating. It never left. My eyes were closed, but it made no difference. Three of these shadows were penetrating their way into my mind even though my eyes were sealed shut. These shadows were continuously morphing into vivid and horrifying faces, shapes, and unpicturesque images, all with the purpose to cause overwhelming fear. I could SEE them in my head, they were clear as day. It was almost like they were telling me "You can't hide from us". I FELT them taking great pleasure in my fear. It was very dark and sinister, and I couldn' t get these figures to leave. I felt trapped, like a deer being surrounded by wolves. I could no longer bear it, as I knew I had no place to hide. Somehow, I had the courage to dash out of my room and scream for my parents. I remember running up the stairs to the living room, tripping on the way as I shouted "MOMMYYYY! , DADDDDYYY! I have a MAN in my BEDROOM!". I was emotionally distraught; weeping, trembling, and hyper-ventilating. My mother did what I think most moms would do, and tried to reassure their kid that it was just a dream and to go back to sleep. I insisted on the fact that there was a man in my room. My parents took my back to bed, turned on the light, and said a prayer while leaving a holy crucifix underneath my pillow.

It is the only case I can recall in this specific town. But it wasn't my last experience. They came back at times later in my life, from the age of nine to eighteen, and at a much higher intensity.


#2 KlaineyGStudy

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Posted 21 May 2021 - 03:33 AM

Welcome to the forum and thank you for sharing your frightening experience. I look forward to reading more of your experiences :yes:

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#3 EVP

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Posted 21 May 2021 - 09:25 AM

Thank you for sharing dangerexx. I'm curious; with your extensive paranormal entanglement, have you managed to capture anything empirically? A voice, an image or video footage? It's always good to substantiate ones claims although I will be the first to admit the paranormal is elusive even at the best of times.

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Posted 21 May 2021 - 09:31 PM

Welcome.
A very interesting story.

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#5 Blake Jashewski

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Posted 30 May 2021 - 09:54 AM

The "film-like frames" ís something I described also in my experience. From my amateur interest in physics, I resolved my experience to something from a higher dimension, as it would appear to us in our dimensions.

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Posted 15 June 2021 - 08:51 PM

Welcome to GS!

Your account is quite intriguing to say the least.  Do you feel the encounters later in life were the same entities? Thank you for sharing and we look forward to more details.
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Posted 17 June 2021 - 05:45 PM

Thank you for sharing this with us. I know how terrifying these entities can be.
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