I don’t care if anyone believes me- I know what I felt. I make no claims about what caused this feeling, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
I was 20, and back in my room at my parent’s house for the summer. It was time for bed (my parents enforced a strict curfew- lights out, router unplugged, etc). I was in my bed with the lights on.
My room is on the corner of the house. It’s not a big house- 3 bedrooms 2 bathrooms on 1/4 acre in suburbia. It’s not by any means a spooky place. Outside my window were rose bushes that had been there forever. On the other side of the outer wall was a pond and a grapefruit tree. Altogether the least spooky atmosphere ever.
I sat on my bed, with other people in the house and the lights on when I felt it. You know that feeling when someone’s looking at you, or hovering over your shoulder? Take that and magnify it, then add the feeling you get facing someone who hates you (if you’ve ever faced that). Someone just staring at you, hating. I could feel it when my back was to that outer wall.
I felt a panic. I could feel there was something there as real as I can feel the keys under my fingers. My rational mind said there was nothing there, but I felt it. It felt as real as the breeze from my osculating fan.
It felt so real, that when my parents came in to say good night, they could tell something was wrong. Normally if you’re behaving irrationally, you won’t admit it to someone. Would any of you over 10 admit to being afraid of the dark to your parents? Not likely! But this wasn’t a fear of the dark. As I said, I was sitting in a lit room.
So when they asked if something was wrong, I told them. I didn’t care that it sounded crazy — I was terrified. They didn’t understand. They said okay, goodnight! and left the room.
I tried to rationalize with myself that there was nothing there, and even if there was there is no way that I could sense it. That’s just absurd! Even so, I could not look away from that wall. When I tried to ignore it, my spine would tingle in a very uncomfortable way.
I spent that night in fear.
I can still feel it, sometimes, and it still terrifies me.
My family has a shadow man living in our house. He usually hangs out at the landing on our stairs or upstairs. It’s not that he’s actually done something ( like moving stuff) but he’s pretty loud. My dogs are constantly at the foot of our stairs looking at him, we can hear him walking around upstairs, things like that. One time my boyfriend and I were home alone, when we heard distinct foot steps outside my door. Turns out, no one was home, he just walks heavily.