Shadow Man

From: Chasity ()
Story type: Ghost
Location: Small town in Ohio
Source: Form Submission

When I was in my mid teens I got into some things that a person should never do. I was really into any thing that was dark or evil. I did a lot of horrible things to people because I thought that would be good for me. At this point in my life I started seeing a shadow out of the corner of my eye. The first several times it was just a shapeless thing but as time went on I would see this thing more and with better clarity. After a while I could make out more of it from a shapeless image to being able to see a figure then to the point where I could see it wore a coat and a hat (a Fedora) at this point I realized it was a man. It seemed as he was everywhere, my friends thought I was going nuts because it always seemed as I was looking over my shoulder at something but as soon as I would turn to look he would be gone.

A couple more months pass by and I became used to seeing the shadow man but he didn’t really bother me anymore. Then it got to the point when he was no longer a shadow but I could see a real person standing out of the corner of my eye. A couple more months pass I still see this man but again I got very use to him and started ignoring him again. The night came while I was lying in bed and I felt something grab my arm very hard and pulled, now that did scare me! I ran down stairs to get my mother and tell her someone was in my room (I didn’t see anyone but someone grabbed my arm) she goes upstairs and of course no one was there. She tells me I must have been dreaming (she knew about the shadow man too) and to go back to bed.

The next day I wake up and there he is as bright as day standing at the end of my bed. I sat up but didn’t say a word; he was a very old man dress in a dark suit with a white shirt and dark tie. He had on a brown trench coat and brown Fedora hat. His eyes is what got me one of his eyes was like it was looking at his nose, then he pointed to my arm where I was grabbed the night before, I looked down at my arm and there is a bruise and it was in the shape of a hand. I look up and he is gone. I showed my mother the bruise and at this point she was getting worried about whatever was going on. After that happened instead of seeing him out of the corner of my eye I would see him just as you would see anyone just standing there staring at me. I had talked about this man for about a year to anyone who would listen and then my brother is the one who told me maybe he was trying to warn me about the path I was taking.

My father was hanging up some old pictures of both sides of our family that our grandparents had found in old boxes. I was looking at the pictures that Dad had already hung up and I dropped my glass. There he was the man I had been seeing for about a year, my Dad asks me what was wrong and I told him that is the guy I had been seeing. As it turns out this is my fathers Great Great Uncle and was known as a not so nice guy.

My Dad says that he is really freaked out about that and takes the picture down. After that I turned my life around and I have never seen him again.

Sorry about this being so long. Thank you for taking the time to read about one of my experiences.