Written Confession: Not My Father - the 3 Shadow Figures in My Room
The following written confession was submitted via email:
The first encounter happened at the first house I lived in, I was four years old. There was a Dr. J basketball hoop in my room on the floor and it was around sundown because I was in bed but there was still some light coming into the room. I was turned facing away from the basketball hoop and struggling to fall asleep. I turned over to face the opposite direction and that's when I saw three shadow figures walking in a circle around my basketball pole. They were small like me and hunched over just sort of walking in a circle. I was so young I didn't really get scared and rolled over and went to sleep.
I eventually dismissed the first event as being a figment of my imagination because I was so young. My next encounter with shadow people occurred much later at a different house. I was 11 or 12 and kind of the same scenario I was trying to fall asleep. Facing my wall. staring at this "transformers" poster I had. In our upstairs there were just two bedrooms separated by a small hallway and a small bathroom. My brother and I would usually sleep with our bedroom doors open and there was a plug in night light in the hallway, so my doorway was backlit. I was facing away from the door and struggling to fall asleep, then I rolled over to face the door. When I did this I saw a perfect silhouette of what looked like an adult male. There were no features, after a second of being startled I called out to it because I thought it was my dad. So I just said, "dad." There was no response, at this point I was immediately terrified. I covered my head with the blankets.
Now officially horrified I knew I was going to have to stay under the covers a long time for this apparition to go away. I think instinctually at this point I knew it wasn't human because there was no way a human who wasn't my dad would be in the house. After remaining hidden for a long time I peeked my head out of the covers only to find 3 of these adult sized shadow figures walking around my room. They moved around seemingly aimlessly much of the time, that coupled with the fact that I kept going back under the covers being so scared. This literally went on all night. Me hiding, then peeking out and them still being there. At one point one of them was right beside my bed like it would've been staring me in the face, but there were no features, just this array of colors kind of moving around. That part is hard to describe. I eventually must've fallen asleep, when I woke up I was curled in a ball under my covers at the foot of my bed. Never been happier to see the sunlight in all my life.
I never told anyone about this for years fearing I'd be mocked or my parents would think I was crazy. This was about a time in my life when I was really questioning God, I grew up going to this Lutheran Church that didn't have many answers for me. I think at one point in childhood, I was a believer but then even after these experiences I convinced myself there was no supernatural anything and I claimed I was an atheist.
I am now a born again Christian and these experiences serve as evidence for me that there is a different existence behind the veil. I now tell lots of people about these experiences and have since developed a huge appetite for hearing stories about shadow people as well as other supernatural occurrences. When thinking of reasons why these things manifested to me, it's either because I was questioning God's existence or another thought that has occured to me much later is the knowledge that several people on my Mom's side of the family were/are involved in Freemasonry, and the Odd Fellows organizations.
I do have another weird story that involves my daughter at an age when she could barely talk, saying the name of a lady that lived in my house but was deceased, I didn't hear or see anything during this time but my daughter said her name several times and would look around the room while doing it. When I told this deceased woman's daughter about what my daughter said she broke down crying because she said her mom loved children. I'm not sure what to make of that because I don't really believe that people's spirits hang around after death.
I do think I'm somewhat sensitive to this kind of stuff, but honestly want nothing to do with it and choose to ignore weird feelings and sensations I get most of the time.
