It probably was, I met a friend at University studied with her for 4 years. One night I had a dream that I bumped into her in a mall in Canada and she fell over. Surely enough I had bumped into someone in a Westfield mall in Vancouver, it was real and I thought I had merely replaced that person I had bumped into with my friend. When I told her about it...... she recalled the event and we found out that we actually bumped into each other on the other side of the world 3 years before we actually met in University. Weird huh.

Either way that's pretty cool. Like your subconscious unlocked those memories in a dream.

Not quite as dramatic, but, last summer I lost my phone for about a week when i was living at the lake.I looked everywhere for it and was about to give up when I had a dream that I found it. In the dream I jumped off my dock and came up with the phone in my hand. Just for shits and gigs the next day I jumped in at the spot in my dream and felt around. My phone was in that exact spot.

That'd be so awesome. Being able to communicate through dreams after death.

Funny story; I can lucid dream, and if I'm looking for something (like my passport) I usually just ask a mirror, or another person to remember for me. I can usually find where it is. Now once in awhile I'll ask where something is for someone else. The strange thing is, it usually works. I told my father about it, thinking "hey, that's a neat party trick. I don't have any decent explanation, do you?" We couldn't come up with anything reasonable, and my dad and I being extremely similar and curious people decided I should try it out when my mother loses something. I hadn't realized it was a common occurance, but apprently she loses shit in hotel rooms (my dad travels a lot, and when she's able my mother will go with him. I think they're in Montreal this week or next actually). Anyway she lost some jewlery somewhere. She didn't notice for some time, and they had gone to Austria, the north east, south east, Toronto, the midwest, and northern California within the last month and half or so. We decided to test my powers and see what would happen.

Normally the way things work is like this, I'm dreaming about xyz. Realize I'm dreaming enter into lucid dreaming, fuck around, remember the lost item(s), ask myself (if it's mine. I figure I know where it is, I just can't access the memory on command like I should) or a replacement for myself (it is weird to talk to what you think you look like, and realize it's just a mental manifestation and you have no idea what you look like at any given time.) If the item isn't mine, or there isn't any way for me to know where it is, I'll just ask around. Sometimes I ask a dozen people, sometimes I ask one. Usually I'll ask someone, and they'll point me to another person who may know. They don't say anything, they just look at me, and suddenly you just know things. You know who to look for, you know why to look for them. None of it makes any sense, you'll look for joe blow because his favorite color is orange, or because he's wearing certain shoes. Just non-sensical stuff. It's weird. But also amazing, cause our brains are just neat shit. Anyway, it normally doesn't take very long, so I have plenty of time to fuck around (time moves normally in the real world, so your perception of time in a dream becomes a moot point. Not only that it's a fragile place, your brain has to have just the right wave pattern to dream. Doesn't take much to disturb it). That's normally how it works. It becomes routine after a bit. I think of it like math, they're all a step-wise process. One event has to happen for the others to happen.

Moving on, so he asks me if I can find the jewlery. Neither one of us expected much of anything. My dad had already decided that it was for the best, because now he had an easy present to get her (my mother is easy to buy presents for, but my dad and I just suck at getting presents. You just have to tell us, or tell us so far in advance you forget you told us). So I tried. The first night I asked a ton of people, and I wasn't getting anywhere. No knowledge, no feelings I should go talk to whomever. Nothing. But I kept at it. Towards the end of the night, I felt like someone close to me in my dream had an idea, but that was it. I woke up, and went over my dream and the thoughts and shit. It was odd, because it left me really drained. That's not typical, and I didn't like it. I was just tired and lethargic all day. At some point I figured that maybe if I thought about the jewlery and concentrated on it, that maybe I'd find some inkling of it in the ether. So the next night I did just that. I concentrated on it, and fell asleep. I got some leads this time, and I got excited. I was still drained, but I felt like I was on to something. The third night I finally found someone who knew. Or said they did. They said that they were sorry it had taken so long but things were in motion, and the time wasn't right. He further explained that by asking I'm making a request. If I don't already know (which I usually do. Don't judge I'm weird about pens, and I really like them. But I seem to misplace them, often) "they" find someone or something that does, or has at least seen it (the people who tell me to find other people). This time though, it was more complex than that and that's all I need to know. So he directed me to a phone number. I'm awful with phone numbers, so I asked him to just tell me the place, but no. Had to be numbers.

I passed the info along to my dad. Turns out she had left them in a motel in California where a maid had stolen them. Somehow the maid had been caught and arrested, and my mother's shitty QVC jewlery was among her stash. She got the stuff back, and promptly lost it in the ocean a few months later.

That was the only time I've been able to do that, with so little info and had it turn out successfully. There have been other times I've seen where stuff is, but it's a picture out of context. A patch of ground near a tree (it's a bracelet, it's silver, and it looks like it has charms) but nothing else. It's of no use to me. I've tired to help a few friends find stuff, and if they've found it, it'll be where I saw it but without the context it's not much use. Very strange. Useful talent though. I don't lose much as a result, and if I do I probably wasn't too worried about it in the first place.

If you really think about it, you'd be surprised at the things you just dump out of your head immediately after they happen, and human memory is really poor so don't dismiss the memory option.

This is like exactly what happened in Futurama when Leela what stung by a space bee and put into a coma...Wake up cigr..Wake up..

Even if it was a memory it's creepy as hell at the same time.

Be just wanted you to have it. What's the harm in that. He's your father, you know.

Dang, when I was in around elementary school, I had a dream, I was friends with this one guy, and he had a little brother and older sister that were friends with my little brother and older sister as well. In the dream, the younger sibling comes to our house to play, and then I hear him talk about how his siblings were on a camping trip with their dad. Nearly a year later, the younger sibling, IRL, comes to play with my little brother, I ask my mom where the other two were and she said they were on a camping trip with their dad.

This is one of the freaking creepiest stories in this thread.

"Gave me the willies" I thought my mum and I were the only people to use this one!

Kids say super creepy things! In this case I'm guessing that she had some kid-logic going on that unborn = not alive yet = dead. Little brains make weird connections and I could totally see her learning about mortality and applying it to anything that isn't currently "alive".

Just a thought, if you don't want to assume your sister has supernatural powers :)

Creepy! I think young children have a greater sense of the world around them than we do. Apparenty when my mother was pregnant with me, my brother, (around 4 years old) ran up to my mom and told her that God told him that she would have a boy and name him Nathan. I'm a boy and I'm named Nathan. Not 100% sure this is true of course, but still.

Your older sister is a witch!

Okay. So, what I learned so far that people over all can have supernatural powers. Children are the medium between our world and 'their' world. Spirts are there for us when least expect it.

Are you the key master?

You were supposed to open whatever that key was for...

Bullet from a far-away drive-by described a parabolic arc and entered your house's siding just between slats where the tiny hole was never noticed. The bullet penetrated the wall just far enough to ping the key rack, sending a single key flying in your direction. Simple.

Spoiler Alert: You're a magnet.

Sora?

ACCIO KEYS

Are you sure you weren't playing Skyrim and your mother opened a cupboard?

What was the key for?

This exact thing has happened in my home several times. We have had other odd things occur too. We just accept that there are "things" out there we can't explain.

Magnets!

Anyone else live there?

Bobcats

Somebody forgot to take off their magnetic underwear!

The same thing happened to my dad but with a PopTart box.

Poltergeists! Put a helmet on and slide across the floor!

...so far.

Your room is only 8ft in length?

Accio Keyrack

This happened to me as well except a wall rack just jumped right off it's hooks and crashed to the floor directly after the TV I was watching flickered and went dark. It was night, but the lights stayed on. There was no tremor and I was super freaked out and have no idea how this happened.

You're Magneto. Mystery solved people everyone can go home now.

What was the key to?

key bending?

that happened to my brother. or so he says.

He was on his bed playing a game on his computer. Next to his bed is a nightstand where he keeps his car keys. I was walking out of my room which is right next to his and I hear a loud crash. He runs out and looks scared as hell and tells me that his keys flew across his room.

I think it may have been him, but he swears it wasnt.

Something similar happened to me. Me and my dad were in the kitchen talking and all the sudden the cinnamon toast crunch flew off the top of the fridge like someone had smacked it. Me and my dad just looked at the cereal and kept talking.

There was all sorts of weird shit going on at that house. I blame my sisters negativity for spawning a poltergeist. Because weird stuff has gone on in every house she's been at since she was 12.

OMG THANK YOU, me and couple friends have witnessed this before at a friend's. The key was hanging on the key rack, and out of nowhere it clanked and flew about 3 feet away from the rack. We we're terrified...

A similar thing happened to my family. My uncle had just passed away and so we had been given one of his paintings. Well we put it up in our hallway and it didn't even last a day. Within a few hours it just flew off of the wall! It flew at least like 8 feet into our living room. It had actually hit the ground so hard that the frame broke. My mom moved it to be right above her bed and it hasn't moved an inch since. Now we joke around and say he threw it because he didn't want it to be in the hallway and he hated the frame.

Did it have wings? If so, you're gonna need a broom.

I blame quantum tunneling.

I had something similar happen but with a bar of soap.

In high school me and my brother shared a bathroom that was in between our rooms, and one morning I got up before him to take a shower before school. While I was in the shower, I used a bar of soap and set it down on the edge of the shower, next to the shower liner. Since it was just used and slick, the bar of soap slide off the edge, past the shower liner and onto the floor.

In my half-awake haze, I figured I'd get it when I'm done showering. About 10 seconds later, the bar of soap comes flying into the shower, hits the back wall of my shower, and lands at the bottom of my feet. My first thought was, "it was my brother playing some trick/joke on me" (he was very prone to due that, I was a pretty gullible person at the time). So I fling open the shower curtain expecting to hear the door close or him laughing, but no one is there. I check the door: locked. I immediately grab a towel and go downstairs to where my kitchen is, and there is my entire family sitting there, eating breakfast, wondering why I still have shampoo in my hair.

To this day, I cannot think of an explanation of how this could have happened. No law of physics could allow that bar of soap to make a complete 180, stop for a few seconds, and accelerate into my shower.

What did that key open?

Magneto

Sora?

I had this happen to me, but it was a shot glass that sat on top of a television. There were four shot glasses lined up on top of the tv, about 3 inches apart from one another. We were all sitting around, watching a movie, and then the third shot glass from the left flew halfway across the room. The other three shot glasses were undisturbed. We paused the movie and just sat there staring at one another.

you are magneto

You're a wizard, sbtier.

Twist: the key was for the safe

Pretty spook-key...

a key flew across the room? a bag of cheetos flew across mine once lol

gGven that there are rocks on a certain desert floor that mysteriously move every now and then, I would venture that it was a rare, but not entirely abnormal, natural event.

Sora called for his keyblade

It was the key to the safe

I was so scared reading this, what a great ending!

"As soon as he did we realized our horrible mistake. It wasn't a window at all on the other side of the camper."

Oh god when I read this my heart jumped because I thought he was going to be inside the camper, oh man that freaked me out

Then it got hilarious

This made me laugh... Thank you for the story!

I love this story for the fact that during those 10 minutes, there was no effectual difference between what you experienced (reflection in the mirror) and the actual thing (person staring at you from outside). Therefore, you were able to genuinely experience that terror and fear as if there was someone/thing outside, with the added relief of it turning out to be false. Things like this able me to appreciate how subjective reality really is.

My reaction towards the end;

"My friend was braver than me and decided to shine the flashlight at him. As soon as he did we realized our horrible mistake." OH GOD!

"It wasn't a window at all on the other side of the camper." oh shit oh shit o_o;

"It was a mirror." chills go down spine holy f-

"We had been staring down ourselves from the very start." Oh. v_v;

It was a mirror

Here I was thinking this was going to end with there being a dude in the camper with you guys. I'm glad that wasn't the case.

That may be the best story in this thread. XD

We decided to sleep in this abandoned camper we found deep in a large forest

Nope nope nope why would that EVER seem like a good idea oh god I'm scared already

It was a mirror.

Fucking hilarious.

My dad told me a story from his childhood growing up in a hacienda style home in Mexico. After a long day of school followed by some ranching duties my dad and his younger brother were walking to the backyard area where they would keep most of their tools/ranching equipment.

It was close to sunset and as they arrived to the tool shed my uncle noticed the silhouette of a short man, wearing a hat in the back of the large shed. He immediately reacts to what he's seeing and my dad sees it as well. After acknowledging the presence of this being, my dad asked him 'who are you?' with no reply to be followed. My uncle starts to freak out and asks my dad to just get out of there and tell my grandpa that someone was in their tool shed. After about a minute from when they first noticed this figure standing there they both run out and find my grandpa, along with my 3 other uncles.

Shortly after they all return after being told what they saw and describing the short man that was just standing there, apparently just watching them. As the 6 of them arrive the the backyard area, all cautious and vigilant of this short man it only takes a second before my uncle spots this shadowy figure. Standing in the same exact spot. Hadn't moved an inch. "See dad! Right there, look at him! He's still there!" yelled out my uncle, in what my dad described as a frantic tone.

My grandpa then slowly advanced to the she with a lantern in his hand and begins to proceed very nonchalantly. He shines the lantern at this short 'man' to reveal it was a fairly large sack of corn that he placed his sombrero hat on earlier in the day.

Literally the whole time I was reading this I was thinking "oh shit oh shit oh shit" over and over until the ending. You master of suspense.

Threadwinner, even at the very end was expecting the horrible mistake to be realizing the dude was IN the camper. 10/10

This may be the best thing I've read here all night.

Better than thinkin it was a mirror but it was actually a window.

If your friend was also staring at the mirror did you not see two reflections?

I don't know why but this reminded me of the mirror in Harry Potter. The one which Sirius gave to Harry to use to communicate but wouldn't work if the other person wasn't using it.

This story made me feel so much better about the other stories I was reding

Haven't read the whole story yet, but your first mistake was sleeping in an abandoned camper lost deep in the woods.

Edit- Read the story, awesome ending, im sure it wouldve happened to the best of us

This was awesome haha

Ok someone in my office walked by my desk while I was reading your story and I jumped completely out of my chair! XD Great story!

dude amazing story, i wish you had more!

Ah! This is the best! I was so scared! haha

That's hilarious

One of the best stories I have ever read, I was fucking terrified.

This story legit got my heart racing. Awesome.

Twist: the man was behind you.

If this was a horror movie the murderer would strike right after you realised it was a mirror.

This gave me chills and made me laugh, weird combination.

I think this may be a metaphor for something.

the way i though t this was going to end was that the mirror showed the reflection from your end so the man in the mirror was there...just behind you

HOLY SHIT DUDE. DON'T FUCKING SCARE ME LIKE THAT.

Awesome.

Awesome, if I could could afford to give you Gold, I would.

That's a new feeling. Thorough goosebumps throughout the whole read and then laughter. I think we've created a new genre of story-telling here, folks.

I shat myself during the buildup in this story.

LOLOL PLOT TWIST

Wow, when you said mirror, I thought the guy was going to be behind you or something O_O

An awesome story with an awesome ending!

Glad I was reading this while on the toilet the suspense was ripping me

I did something very similar once. There is a school that is out of use in my town but not really abandoned. One day my best friend and I were walking by and I decided to look through the window on the door down a long hallway. At the end of the hallway I saw someone looking right back at me. A jumped and freaked out and then realized it was my reflection off of a mirror.

When you first said mirror I thought that you meant you were staring at a reflection of the man, and he was behind you. My stomach dropped so hard.

Remove the "We had been staring down ourselves from the very start. Completely idiotic. Still, it was the most fearful, relieving and funny moment of my life that I'll never forget it. Closest to paranormal I've ever been." And you could have a great horror story. The ending, "it was a mirror", is perfect for the imagination.

Way to tell a story man!

Hahahahahah very funny

Sleeping in an abandoned camper? Damn you are seriously insane I would never do that. Its like asking to be murdered seriously.

Motherff..

Was expecting tree fiddy.

This story is fantastic!

This is a fantastic story.

"swollen pulp fiction novels" - brilliant description, my friend.

shit you wrote that well, had me scared

I nearly shit a brick when you said you saw him in a mirror. Im glad it was just you though. Awesome story :)

Just CTRL-C CTRL-V this out there:

The presence of delusions and hallucinations in unipolar depression is approximately 15% (Johnson, Horwath, & Weissman, 1991)

And from what I've red there are a very very high number of depressions after the death of a loved one.

A hunter was walking home late one afternoon, and came across an old cabin in the woods. He knew he wasn't going to make it back to the road before night fall, so he opted to stay in the empty cabin for the night.

His sleep, when he was able to get it, was light. Every time he woke up, he was frightened by the sight of old paintings around the cabin, the twisted faces etched on the canvas seeming to leer at him throughout the night.

It was only when dawn broke that he realized there were no paintings in the cabin. Only windows.

Sorry, your story just reminded me of this.

Thank you for not ending with the Loch Ness Monster.

This so pretty intense. Good story to share!!

Have you not heard the saying "you can never win a staring contest with yourself"

...Or is it you will always win?

That... Was a fucking awesome story. Bravo good sir.

This is actually a fantastic story.

I should've stopped at this one; it's great. That shadow people shit down the way, however, is fucking terrifying. Yeesh.

That was pretty freaky...but why didn't your friend's reflection appear after he woke up?

M. Night Shyamalan comes to Reddit.

Is there a subreddit where I can read scary shit like this ^

Dem chillz / good relief

Holy hell, I thought you were going to say the guy was behind you the whole time! Whew! That was a good read, thanks!!

I want to see this movie!

Not my story, but a friend of mine.

He woke up one morning, early, it was still dark. Immediately upon awakening he saw it. An alien was peeking at him from his door. You know, a typical "grey." Big head, almond eyes, the usual.

He lay in bed, trying his best not to move. The aliens head kept peeking around the door, then retreating. Just when he felt safe, it would show itself again. What was it doing? Why is it just watching me?

He lay in bed, paralyzed by fear, for over hours. The sun rose, the situation illuminated.

It was a balloon in the hallway. My friend lay in bed for hours, terrified beyond belief of a balloon.

Well its unfortunate that it was a mirror, if it was a person he would have invited you to stay in his brand new double decker camper, you know because you were in Canada and they are all so nice...

"It was a mirror." Started crying because I thought he was behind you.

^{I also turned to look behind me at least 47 times.}

One of the best stories I've ever read! Cheers

I'm suddenly much more aware of all the windows im my room...

My brother is a Sheriff's Deputy and before his daughters were born he was on SWAT at one point he came up a flight of stairs in a building they were raiding and turned to his left just in time to see a guy leveling a pistol at him. He screamed for the assailant to lower his weapon and was about to put a bullet in him before he realized it was a mirror that he had nearly murdered.

Amazing story!!! Lol. I'm not one to believe in that paranormal bs either :p

Dude, I would have shit out my heart.

haha epic work bro

Thats fucking priceless good story.

HOLY SHITBALLS I WAS DYING FROM FEAR AND THEN...

oh.

a little embarrased at how fucking close to peeing myself I was hahaha

Great stry teller

When I was about 7 my friend and I did a similar thing at a sleepover. We were staring at this silhouette of a man who was looking into her bedroom window from the next door neighbour's front yard. Scared the shit out of us. In the morning we realised it was a bush and a tree. That the shadows made look like a person.

Change that last part and this would be perfect in /r/Nosleep

That was awesome!

Jesus! I was scared....till the end....

This was awesome, it totally reminded me of how animals will get their hackles up when they see themselves in a mirror, this story was like the human equivalent and it totally put the animal thing in perspective for me!

This is pretty funny.

I expected this to be one of those stories where they start off being relevant then transform into something warped and off topic (I forget what that one guys name is, so, hard to tell what is what).

Oh my god. This made my stomach turn. That ending is priceless but the way you built that up...ugh. Nightmares.

I think you now know how animals feel when they attack and stare down mirrors.

Reminds me of that creepypasta about the cabin in the woods with windows.

This is exactly the silly thing I would have done! haha, glad to know you guys were alright :)

That's freaking great, lmao

as soon as I read the silhouette part my eyes teared up and i got mad goosebumps. I still havent finished reading.. im wating for my brother to come down stairs

TIL pulp fiction novels are standard camper gear.

We decided to sleep in this abandoned camper we found deep in a large forest that was near our town

It was all downhill from that decision onward

Sounds like a pretty cool house to me, it was all like "DON'T WORRY BRO, I'VE GOT YOU" and slammed its door for you.

I don't know what's more terrifying, your story or all the other people who have seen a fucking scribbly monster.

This one got me. Dear God.

So I have a similar description with a different outcome:

I was trying to sleep in my room back when I was younger and lived with my folks. I must have been maybe 17 or 18. I opened my eyes while rolling over to get comfortable and I see a black figure just outside my door (who I thought was my stepfather in the dark) with his hands up by his chest making "scary finger" motions at me like you might do sarcastically after a scary story, or a witch might do when casting a spell - just moving fingers wildly in my direction.

I should note that this figure had no defined shape. It looked like squiggles that moved in a vague shape and I chalked it up to the lack of light and my stepfather.

Well, I look over and say "What the hell are you doing?" thinking it was a really stupid, creepy thing to do at night. Well in that moment it vanished. Just gone. It was at that moment my heart sank and I became PETRIFIED with fear. One of the few moments I was scared out of my mind and couldn't comprehend what I just saw.

EDIT: Thanks for the suggestions about sleep paralysis / hypnagogia. I've had it before and still get it now and then, this was not it. Although I have written off quite a few other "things" that were easily attributed to this.

Dude... when I was a kid, I saw the same thing that almost met your description.

I was laying in my bed, the room door in front of me, wide open, and to the left. I could see the room where the front door was. There was an antique cabinet that my dad had that illuminated a white glow. I started to freak out for no reason, and started sweating. I for some reason knew shit was about to happen and I was about to witness something. About 5 minutes later, laying hot in sweat, I fucking saw it.

There was a door in the back of the room with the front door, that was storage. A black outlined humanoid figure walks out, mildly static looking like you said. It takes a few steps towards the front door then stops. Does a military like turn facing me. At this point I'm freaking the shit out eyes wide. It walks into my room and stops beside my bed. Does one more military turn facing me. At that point I figured, what have I got to lose. I noped the the fuck out and ran through the thing, ran upstairs to my parents bedroom and knocked furiously at the door waiting to let me in. Eyes focused on the stairs making sure it wasn't to follow me. Nothing. I slept with my parents for the next few nights.

One of the scariest things that happened to me as a child. I have a couple more different stories but I'm at school right now and can't write them all. If there's interest, I just might.

EDIT - 10:40pm PST Holy crap, did not realize many people would read this. To makeskidskill, after reading all the replies, i find this totally weird how universal it is! I'll admit, I am the one to believe that it's something supernatural. However, like some have mentioned, it could have been some sort of brain function either malfunctioning or certain neurons firing in our brains to project said images. But why then have so many people have had such similar experiences? I read some replies from my phone after some free time at 3pm PST then went to work. That whole time I was only thinking "If it was some sort of brain function projecting unreal images, why did we all see the same thing?". All of this also reminded me of the movie "dark skies". I like to believe its nothing like that, hopefully. However, I don't think it's impossible...

Also, someone mentioned that a professor at a university, calling them "the scariest fuckers", said that these guys do in fact feed off negative energy? At the time, I think I can recall my parents fighting. Not sure if it was a significant enough fight to really send my negativity through the roof :P.

Going to bed, will write tomorrow. I will be writing about an experience that happened a little time after the "shadow people" encounter (love that we have a name for them now). Then the rest after that.

EDIT - 11am PST - 1/5/13 - story 2 A short time after the shadow people encounter, I began to settle down and my thoughts were no longer fearful. I also believe this was during the time I put up a dream catcher that my mother got me at the time. Let me just say that dream catcher really did the job for years! Maybe because I truly believed in it, and my mind worked in my favour.

Anyway, I woke up one morning to mum yelling down the stairs for me to get up. It was a school day. I had a shower, came back to my room and sat on my bed, sluggishly slipping my school uniform on. This is where the shit goes down...

As I was pulling up my socks, I noticed a flash outside my door more toward the room with the front door. Not the bright camera type flash, but more like an invisible person walking past super fast past my door. For those of you that played halo, it looked like someone walking around with the invisibility cloak but real fast past my door. You can still see them but not entirely. I saw this from the corner of my eye and began to freak out.

I went upstairs to eat breakfast and I remember how scared I was. I sat there staring down at the table as I ate my cereal. My mother asked what was up and I looked up at her with a straight face and said something along the lines of "I saw a flash by the door downstairs. Something walked past my door". I said this calmly with a straight face, and now that I look back on this I must've looked like the classic creepy kid. My mum replied with "Its all in your head". I went back to eating and she went in the laundry room behind the kitchen, and that's when it happened again! I was eating when I saw another flash of an invisible person walk past the kitchen door! This time I was paralyzed! As in, I stopped chewing and now staring straight down at the table. These fuckers are playing with me! My mum walks in, stops, sees my reaction and again, I calmly say "it just did it again, over there" pointing at the kitchen threshold. I tell my mum "Something is playing with me, and I'm not imagining things". What really relieved me but freaked me out at the same time was her reply "I know..." It relieved me because she believed me but freaked me out because she basically confirmed their existence! About ten seconds later, we both heard someone walking down the stairs (wooden, so creaking can be heard) very slowly. I remember thinking to myself that it sounded as if they're cover is blown and they're trying to sneak out. My mum and I both looked at each other and once we heard it stop, she looked around the corner down the stairs. Nothing. Dad had already left for work. What the actual fuck?

EDIT - for my shadow people type story, the white glow from the cabinet wasn't anything unordinary. It just gave off an eerie glow from the fluorescent lights inside.

EDIT - 11:40am PST - 5/1/13 - story 3 This story is set in the Philippines, where I've heard many stories from my relatives about paranormal things happening in the house we stayed at. This is something that I've experienced myself. This happened in the second story living room. This living room was huge! Tall ceiling and about 20ft x 45ft worth of room. It was during Christmas time and we had a tree setup in the middle of the room towards the north side. A large jesus table on the east side positioned north south. There was a television setup on the west side, with a large green velvet couch about 15ft in front of the tv and another couch setup sideways to the tv, but backed up against a sliding door to the balcony. There was enough room for someone to walk behind the couch to get to open the screen doors to the balcony.

Anyway, my Filipino cousins (I'm half Filipino) and I were gathered around the tv. Some of them on the floor, one on the back couch, and me on the couch by the sliding door. We were all watching either a game show or something overly bubbly. At this time, it was getting late for us. Maybe 10pm or so? Here's where the realest shit goes down.

I'm sitting on the couch with my legs up and one knee up. Remote is dangling on the backrest edge to my right and I hear it drop behind me. So little me, being the ninja i am, slides over the top of the couch on my back! Like a bridge stretch for your back. With my face pressed up against the glass, I grab the remote and from the corner of my eye I see a little girl with black fucking hair! Se had a white dress on and was looking down so i couldnt see her face. She was in a crawling position, backing up like she had been caught and trying to escape. She was backing up towards the middle of the room towards the Christmas tree. I was still upside down at this point and when I managed to look over at her, she disappeared! I scuttled right back up and jumped. All my cousins looked at me like "wtf?!". I then explained to them what i saw and they started basically shaking their fingers pointing at me, as if they know that I must've done something to see something. They were smiling though, as if its a normal thing.

To this day, I still think that they were just messing with me with the whole "you got in trouble with the supernatural". But I know what I saw. I was always scared shitless whenever I was in the Philippines. Especially that house. In the area we lived in, "betis", this house was like a mansion. It was opposite some basketball courts in case anyone knows betis. Anyway, if anyone ever goes to the Philippines, ask the locals for some supernatural stories ;) I'd imagine everyone there has experienced something, as all my Filipino relatives have, including our maids. One maid ran away once because of an encounter. She came back, and I've met her before and she hates talking about it.

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With all the bricks I would've defecated, you could probably build yourself a new, shadow-person-free house.

Jeeeeeez.

Ive seen something very similar. Driving down the street one day, going about 15 miles an hour, I see something dart behind a car. I let my foot off the gas and apply the brake just as a little black almost see through not really solid figure darts out in front of my car. It was about 3 feet high and was of no discernible shape, but like fuzz. It turned its head and looked at me, then kept running or moving very fast to the other side of the street and disappeared.

That is a crazy story and I really get a sense of panic when I read it. I choose to believe you.

You scared me. I'm at work and you scared me.

Was it in the shape of Stannis?

I see shadow people. I've seen as many as six at a time in my room, crowding around me wearing top hats. Most people say that they see very short shadow people, but all the ones I've seen are very tall (like 6'5") and some of them wear top hats.

My grandfather's house has shadow people in it (or at least they visit). One paces the house, especially when only a few people are in the house. The living room has a glass door to the rest of the house (it was an addition) and the shadow man likes to press himself up against the glass; my grandfather and I see him at night at the same time. My grandfather sees him so much that, when he's reading, he just lifts his book up to eye level to ignore him. The second shadow person hangs out in the bedroom where children sleep (three generations have called that their second bedroom now). He likes to walk atop the bed during the day and pace along the bed at night.

The most terrifying thing I've seen, though, was the exact opposite of a shadow person. He was made of green and yellow light (he was like a chartreuse Creature From the Black Lagoon). He had red, incandescent eyes. He entered my darkened room (I wasn't sleeping, however) and stooped to all fours. He then proceeded to unhinge his jaw and his mouth had pure shadow in it. I could see through him, but I could not see through his mouth. He navigated the floor like a slithering insect, and his jaw opened wide like a whale... it looked like he was eating air. I blinked, looked away, and he was still there.

When he got to me (I didn't run), he floated upward and put his hands around me. He focused his eyes on me and if he had a nose, we would have been nose to nose. My entire field of vision was covered in his green and red face and, when I screamed, he dissipated.

I've seen a lot of shit (and even done some thoughtform creation), but nothing scared me like that Lovecraftian being of light. He brought me to the precipice of fear and I thought that, if anything supernatural could kill me, he could. Fuck. That. Noise.

If something came rushing at me and a door slammed shut in its way... I would prolly would run away, check myself into a safe padded room and cry the rest of my life away.

This frightened me.

Really disappointed in Wikipedia's description of this. I hadn't heard of shadow people before and got nothing from the article.

Well, that's enough of this thread. Bye everybody!

I am not too far from there, I might call Egon and Ray to come with me to check it out.

Holy shit. This is terrifying because of all the other people who've seen it too.

I also experienced a shadow static figure when I was 7 or so.

I was playing in the basement when I noticed the figure appear. It was a little bit taller than an adult and the static nature made it somewhat translucent. It walked over to a place with a light in the ceiling, turned its head towards me and reached up and touched the light, at which point the bulb immediately blew out. This of course made me run away.

I don't remember feeling any sense of malice but I do know I never played in the basement again and still feel uncomfortable when I go down there.

I've had a few other weird experiences at my parents` house but that one scared me the most.

This thread has got me straight goose bumping for 10 minutes

This is [seemingly] freakishly common. I too had an experience with a "shadow person" and no matter what beliefs I change in my life, this one will stick with me. Even though I was also a psych student at the time and totally aware of all of the hypnogogic/sleep paralysis research, it still shook me.

The first was in my dorm in school around 10 years ago. I had just come back from my earliest class, around 8am. I had been fighting a cold for a few days and avoiding taking meds, so I decided to take a nap. It was overcast and I drew the curtains, so the room darkened considerably, but everything remained illuminated and crisp. Leaving my clothes on, I lay down in my bed and pulled the covers, then reached over to set the alarm for an hour so I could get up again and do some things before lunch. As I was getting comfortable, something strange caught my eye across the room. In the corner near the little television I saw a dark shimmer, a bit like a shadow, a bit like heat rising, and a hell of a lot like what Predator looks like when he's cloaked and moving ever so slightly... That weird bent light effect, a bit 1980s-lo-fi... I could make out a somewhat human outline, like someone short and boxy.

I began to sit up slowly, slinking away towards the edge of my bed, getting a better look, but also squinting with great curiosity. And in the dark aura I suddenly set my eyes upon what appeared to be another pair of eyes, which felt as if they were locked on mine, just watching me. My heart began to race and I stopped moving in that moment. I remember feeling terrified to move, afraid to breathe or make a noise.

My nerves caused me to twitch forward just slightly enough that the shadow leapt ...flew at me with enough force to knock me back. It suddenly felt as if it had gained weight, which was surprising because my brain was still trying to process "ghost" and "shadow," and so the sudden mass laying on top of me had my nerves going off the charts in a complete panic. (I'm getting anxious just thinking about this again.) If I had to guess, I'd say it felt 180-250 lbs. It pinned me down and felt like it was trying to bite me...or get inside me..., and I immediately tried to grab for its head, which made it worse when I was not able to find a head at all. A bit like a big stump at the neck; though I will say it felt a bit like I was reaching through its head at times and thought to myself "It's not letting me grab its head!" I felt its arms pushing on me and I scraped at its back. It was extremely muscular, and felt leathery, thick-skinned, a bit like what I've imagined an alligator must feel like... Smooth, bumpy, extremely dense. And since I couldn't do much other than scuffle like a drowning rat under its weight, I began to wriggle and rock side to side, eventually giving myself enough momentum to roll quickly to the left, then sharply to the right, completely rolling it off of the bed and... um... into the floor.

Two things about this part in particular: 1. When I say "into the floor" I mean... it was like I there were no floors at all. It just fell down several stories and seemed to just keep falling. 2. When it was falling, it let out a shriek that didn't leave my memory for several years. It was not an awesome raptor/pterodactyl shriek, it was a primally terrifying, bone-vibrating scream. If you've ever heard a rabbit scream, it's comparable to being unsettling like that, but the voice is deeper and the memory imprint much longer.

I sat on the edge of my bed for a moment, at first fearing that my floor was gone or made of lava, but didn't waste too much time. Once I got over that initial feeling, I jumped across the room and flipped on the light, called one of my close friends and immediately went down to the cafeterias to be around as many people as possible.

I have no idea what it was though I've heard many many explanations and stories, from demons and incubi, to reptilian overlords and aliens, to Castaneda-like dream manifestations, to sleep paralysis and hynogogic/hypnopompic hallucinations. I think I was far too alert for it to be sleep paralysis, but I was very low energy at the time, so who knows... I usually side with science on things like this, but I suppose if/when experiences like this happen to most people, it's hard to just say "my mind did it" when we like to feel we're very in control of our experiences...

I saw shadow people as a kid. But, it was in broad daylight in the middle of my family's yard. It was two shadowy figures who looked to be male, as tall as a normal man, running across the yard and hiding behind pine trees at one point or another. Eventually, they just disappeared into the woods.

I have told my family about this and we all figure they are the spirits of runaway slaves since the area this happened in was once part of a LARGE plantation. We have also found arrow heads and broken pottery in the woods around our house, so there really is alot of room for speculation.

This is the creepiest ghost story on here.

yup that's enough of this for today

Read every story in this thread, this is the only one that made me have chills...

This one was actually really fucking spooky.

I seriously got goosebumps reading this.

You...you just won the game. I can't even turn the lights on for comfort now. Damn you!!

Hot damn you basically described one of the "things" living in my old house I can't stay in anymore. Except add glowing red eyes and it being about 8 or 9 feet tall (about the size of a grizzly bear) it was exactly the same. Now a bunch of bad childhood memories are surfacing O.O I drew a picture of it a year ago but I left it in that house & I can't find it.

This is the point in the thread where I decided two things:

1. I need to buy some Junji Ito mangas
2. I'm not sleeping without the lights on this month

I totally saw something similar! I didn't know that's what they were called either til I watched some ghost show, and they described them. I don't believe in ghosts, but I had a very similar experience. I was in my house, my parents were in another part of the house, and I turned out of the hall way. And I saw, in the middle of the day, a 5-6ft tall shadow in the clear shape of a person glided across the doorway and the bar from one side of the house to the other, not in a hurried flit, like out of the corner of my eye, but full on slow deliberate movement. My hair stood straight on end and I had goose bumps everywhere, and I immediately turned tail and bolted out the front door.

I did not get much sleep the next day, and I always looked at the kitchen with suspicion from that point on.

Annnnnnnd, thanks for ruining my life with this story. LOL

doorbro... doorbro knew...

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BUT WHO WAS DOOR?

this just gave me major goosebumps.

I saw one too. It opened a door and stared at me silently. I thought it was my little sister so I wasn't freaked too bad. But when I turned on the light it melted into the air.

Half way through I had to check if you were ramblesofftopic

Holy Jesus that story gave me goosebumps!

sha of anger

Laguna Beach

shadow person

Totally thought this was going to be a joke about seeing a black person in ultra-white orange county...

this gave me fucking shivers

Not much gets me. This did.

You were arguing with your wife, our thinking and senses get messed up under stress. Probably just your imagination.

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How do you know now that this is called a shadow person?

A number of religions, legends, and belief systems describe shadowy spiritual beings or supernatural entities such as shades of the underworld, and various shadowy creatures have long been a staple of folklore and ghost stories. Several physiological and psychological conditions can account for reported experiences of shadow people. These include sleep paralysis,[2] illusions,[3] or hallucinations brought on by physiological or psychological circumstances, drug use or side effects of medication, and the interaction of external agents on the human body. Another reason that could be behind the illusion is sleep deprivation, which may lead to hallucinations. SOURCE: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadow_person

"Yeah why not read this thread it can't be that bad."

I might just call in sick tomorrow, take a day off work and hide in a corner defending myself from the shadow people.

Fuuuuuuckkk that.

In two years, this is the only thing I've read on reddit that has given me the chills/goosebumps. Jeez Louise.

Alright, I'm gonna offer an explanation to this phenomenon. Now most people won't like this since this is based of the Islamic faith, or because they don't believe in the supernatural. Now I'm talking all seriousness here.

Now on to the explanation. There is another race present on earth, we basically call them the "Jinn". They're made up differently (from flame/energy), so that we can not see them, and that they can pass through objects. A few phenomenon they're responsible from: 1- If you're in a room and you feel uneasy, like someone's behind your back, that's them. 2- Sleep paralysis. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_paralysis 3- Rarely some may bother you. (they have immature people, just like us) You may hear knocking, someone calling your name, noise, you may even see on occasionally, rarely it can be genetic. My sister's seen the shadows when she was smaller, my uncle sees them, and his young son also sees them (Like the same things my uncle sees). They may appear to you to bother you, or freak you out. But in general, they are as freaked out of us as we are of them. My advice for anyone is not to be freaked out, as any sound/hallucination/stuff breaking is just someone dude trying to prank you. They won't try to attack you physically (even though they can assume physical form), since they would be vulnerable, and might die...

That's it, any questions?

I would have radioed for the nearest A-10 and buried that house in a 30mm depleted uranium hailstorm.

What gets me about this story is... WTF closed the damn door?

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Dude, did you apologize and kiss and hug your wife? I totally would've.

Dude I started to cry when I read your description of your shadow person. I saw the same kind of thing, multiple. The first time I saw one was in grade four, I went to get a drink of water. It got really cold, so I turned around to see if the big door leading to the sports field had been opened. It hadn't been, but I turned around and dead in front of me, crouched low and faceless was that exact figure. The lightning part of it was like a navy for me, and it was just black and very human looking. I just stared at it for a moment, turned around, and went back to class white as a sheet. No one asked what had happened, I just spent the rest of class silent and never left class again until break.

OP...i once saw a shadow person too but not exactly how you described the one you saw. Alright so a long time ago when i was about 11 me and my sister and step dad and mom lived in a pretty big house (it was big for our standards,and pretty old) anyways my mom and step dad had to move there bed in the living room to sleep because my step was in the attic one night (for reasons unknown) and he fell through the attic so there was alot of fuzzy shit and pieces of wood from the attic all over the room so they moved there bed too the living room. Me and my sister moved our beds to the living room too because we wanted to join them so then we went to bed, i woke up out of deep sleep that night stretched and looked around I didn't know what time it was so i tried looking at a clock in my kitchen (our kitchen and living room were connected) i couldn't see the clock but when lied back down in my bed i had a feeling i should check on my sister. She was right across from me so i looked over towards her and i see this figure of a man standing over my sister. The figure looked Pitch black It/He was darker than the room ( all the lights were off in the house so it was pretty dark) and i could not see a face or any details about his body just a dark dark figure of a man. It/He was standing over my sister with an object looking like it was going too hit her with it,but it was frozen still and didn't move.I was scared so i cover my self with my blanket and sat there with a blanket over my head for a minute or two then i finally got the balls to pull down my blanket and look again to see if he was still there or if im just crazy. I looked too see that he was still there same position and everything looking as if he was going to strike my sister with that object but he was just completely still. Then i heard a Bouncing/Thumping noise in the kitchen at that point i freaked the fuck out and yelled and shook my mom and she woke up and asked me what is wrong and i tell her about the figure and say i heard something in the kitchen. She turns on the kitchen light and sees a bouncing ball(rubber ball that you can play "Jacks" with) on the floor she tells me that the bouncy ball fell of the counter and made that noise and tells me to go to bed. But the figure of that man was still there same position but this time it moved slightly,his hand moved towards my sister and i ask my mom if she sees what im seeing and i explain the figure too her. She says she doesn't see anything at all so i go towards the figure while shes in the kitchen making some warm milk for me and i put my hand through it. As My hand went through it and my hand felt and looked darker (i cant explain exactly how it felt darker but it did) and i asked my mom again if she can she this figure and again she says no and tells me that im just tired and i should go back too bed. It was hard to fall back asleep but i just put the covers over my head and told myself i was just tired and needed some sleep. The next morning i tell my sister about that story and she doesn't believe me. Later on about 4 years after that nothing else really paranormal happened except some pretty fucking scary dreams that i had over the years. I tell my step dad about that event and he believes me. He said that he has had some scary experiences in that house too and seen some figures/ghosts in that house. and That is one of the most Scariest things that has happened in my life time

EDIT: if anyone wants to know my dads paranormal expierence he had in that house ask me, i will write it later im kinda busy at the moment

My god, I had to put my cell phone down for 10 minutes half way through this. I think I saw something similar once. It's disturbing to see somebody else say they saw the same thing. The "arcing" and just standing petrified; staring.

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Obviously the shadow was a man, and his wife was using the toilet. He'd heard a few noises in his house, and today he finally caught some fleshy standing in him and his wives spare bedroom. And in his bathroom- His wife, who was peeing with the doors open, seemed to be stared at by this giant, pinkish (man? Thing?). Oh hell no. Run full speed, slam the door in fear/anger, and then stand with his pants off while he explains what he saw to his wife.

This entire thread of comments has got me nope nope nopeing the fuck out.

Have some Gold for turning me into an insomniac.

i got the chills just reading this, i can't even imagine the fear inside you during the whole situation

Holy shit I also saw a shadow person, I didn't know it was a thing until I read your post and realized I wasn't the only one.

It was about 7 years ago, I was 23 and a few things were going on in my life. it was November. I had just been dumped by my then girlfriend of four years and had to move out of our apartment, as she moved home and I couldn't afford the place alone. I couch surfed for a while (I couldn't go home due to my abusive stepfather) and I eventually settled in with a friend of a friend (Ben) with a spare room. It was more like a walk-in closet, but big enough to fit a futon and my clothing. he asked for $100 a month to stay there. It was in a big old farmhouse that had been divided into a duplex of sorts. The time I spent there was mostly occupied by hours of morrowind and feeling sorry for myself. being rejected by my ex, feeling abandonment and resentment for my dead absentee father, and confused by my mothers support of my jerk of a stepfather left me more depressed than I had ever been. My roommate Ben was very Christian and a really nice guy, so he would pray for me regularly and would weep when I told him details of my home life; to him my state was very sorry indeed, he was raised in a very happy household with 2 brothers and 2 sisters with a heart surgeon father and a stay at home mother, a stark contrast to mine. The preceding details may be unimportant, but I thought I would add a little bit of his perspective as he was there with me when it happened. As I said the house was old, and living in rural New York in wintertime, it was bitter cold at night. After hours of sleeplessly laying under the covers I began to feel tense. It was around 2 am, and I felt like someone was watching me. The covers were drawn over my face. I dared myself too look but was too frozen in terror to move. Eventually I worked up the courage to peek over the blanket in an attempt to reassure myself that nothing was there.

It was then that I saw it.

It was a tall black figure standing at the door. It was like black static, little particles being there and then not, arranged in the shape of a six and a half foot man staring at me. In a gesture that made it seem like it was waiting for me to notice, he took slow, casual steps toward me. I lost it at that point and began screaming. Ben heard me from the next room and rushed in, asking what happened, me still screaming and trembling.

Nothing dramatic happened after the event, I stayed there for a few more months until I could afford a place of my own, Ben said it was a demon and had a prayer group come over and pray for me. It was probably a figment of my imagination, but it felt very real to me and I still don't know what to think of it.

I've seen the "shadow" thing, too. I was about 25, my sister and friend were over. Girls night at my place. Our friend brought a Ouija board. My sister and I decided to have some fun. Sitting at our kitchen table and friend starts asking a bunch of questions, sis and I are making the pointer move. Finally asks if it has a name. We spell out Lucifer. Took our dear pal forever to figure it out and when she does, she screams "In the name of Jesus Christ, get thee behind me Satan!" She said this about 10 times. Finally she calms down, we clue her in and all laugh. We told her, no more Ouija.

Well, the joke was on my sister and me because after we sit back down, I glance past my sister (sitting across from me) down the hall about one-third of the way... Imagine what the shadow of a tall man would look like wearing a long duster and stetson. That was exactly what the shadow looked like. My heart starts pounding. I kick my sister under the table and kind of nod towards the shadow without taking my eyes off it. She slowly turns around in her chair and I see the blood drain from her. The damn thing is moving towards us. Without even thinking we stand up at the same time. "Do you see it?" I wispered. "Yeah." She said in a quiver. "Is it moving towards us or am I imagining it?" My sis said, "It, it's definitely coming... closer." Our friend is completely confused - she sees nothing. It is now right at the entrance to the hall still on the right wall. Against the left wall near the entry of the hall, was my Kirby vacuum. Directly across from the shadow. "Do you think it's a shadow...from the vacuum?" She asked. I told her I wasn't sure. I walk to stand next to my her she's right at the threshold between the kitchen and living room. We haven't taken our eyes off the shadow. It's now in the middle of the living room wall. That's when our friend saw it and screams in near hysterics, "In the name of God Almighty, I cast you out Satan!" I decided I've had enough of this and start walking towards it. My sister grabbed my arm trying to stop me and I shake her off. I've had things happen before and nothing had ever scared me, or gave me the creeps, or felt so...so damn suffocating, like this. I walked right up to it and said, "Get out. You're not welcome here." That is when it finally vanished.

We spent the rest of the night trying cast a similar shadow using the living room lamp and the vacuum. No go.

Have a few more unexplained experiences. But only if there is interest.

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I ignored this thread all day and had convinced myself that I would not tell this story, but now I feel like I need to.

I lived in a house in Texas as a kid in the suburbs of Ft. Worth. Nothing strange or weird...the house wasn't too old if I recall correctly, but I had started to see something when I was around 13.

If I was sitting on my couch watching TV, I could see a shadow out of the corner of my eye. If I looked directly at it, it would disappear. It happened fast and not very often, but one day I noticed it and I decided I was going to do everything I could to actually catch a glimpse of it. It was a dark shadow outline of a person with distinguishable features, but all black/grey. I turned my head quickly and I could see it "run away". You will understand why I put run away in quotations in a minute, but first I want to explain to you that my couch was a sectional and my dad sat on the other side both facing the TV.

I decided one night to tell my father about it thinking he would yell at me or at the least make fun of me but he just listened and said "Me too". I will never forget the fucking chills I got when he uttered those words. I was hoping I was wrong or at least imagining it. He began to describe in detail how the figure "ran away" when I had given him no clues about it and he knew things he could only know if he saw it too. We both spoke of how we wanted to see what/who it was, but never could.

We spoke about it for hours and a couple of days later we were watching Letterman and I simply said "You see it?" and he said "Yeah". We turned almost at the same time and I saw it a little more clearly. It was a Native American man. When I say he "Ran away" I mean he shifted shape and started moving at the speed of a really fast runner minus the start time. It moved like a ghost does in horror movies today. It was there, and then it was gone, always with a streak of "motion".

He came back for months and months and over time I grew better at seeing him. He was Native American and he only stared at us....you could feel his eyes watching you. It was creepy. If you looked at him though he took off like a blur. I eventually made out that he was holding a medium sized stone tomahawk above his head when he took off running. High above his head like he was going into battle and ready to swing away. I eventually had to move states. No one else ever saw it besides us, nothing ever changed about his appearance or how he ran away, and he was there until I moved out and probably after.

He once ran through my dad when he came in from the garage. I asked my dad "Are you OK?!". He replied that it was very cold and asked me why. I explained to him what happened and my dad turned white for a good 20 minutes. It wasn't the scariest thing we would ever see together, but it was something neither of us will ever forget. Sometimes he came 3 or 4 times a week...others, a couple of times a month...but he always came, and we always knew he would come again.

TL;DR Native American "Runner" (Shadow person)

Edit : I have had goosebumps the entire time I typed this and I had no idea that it still scared me as much today as it did 18 years ago. Strange.

When I was in a mental hospital, a schizophrenic kid kept rambling on about shadow people. Now I know what he was talking about.

Wow, ok. All my life I've been telling people about a similar thing that happened - a black inky squiggly floating thing appearing in the air and came at me (as a young kid) down the hallway of my grandparents' apartment. When it got to me, I blacked out and came to seconds later in my bed, terrified, as it stood over me and used its vaguely humanoid hands to pin me down. This is the first time I'm hearing about it from someone else! I wonder if there is some sort of an explanation out there.

I have also seen a shadow person. Came at me and tried to choke me. I screamed for my parents.. I was about fifteen at the time and i'm now twenty seven and still am scared by what happened.

Dude this happened to me as well, but then again I was around 2 or 3 years old so this could have been just the boogie monster. I remember living in a single room apartment before my parents moved into a double room apartment in the same building where they still live til this day. I just remember sleeping and I would wake up to see a black ball of darkness( think Ghastly from pokemon but without the eyes and mouth). Now I was a child so that thing scared the crap out of me but for some reason, the clearest thing I remember from it is that I would picture a floating hand even though I clearly saw a big floating ball of darkness. The hand image would just immediately become the focus of my thoughts every time I saw it(according to my parents, this was a recurring experience, not just a one time thing when we lived in there) . I'm 19 now, I still get the image of that hand/darkness ball whenever I walk by that apartment.

I heard somewhere once that fourth dimensional creatures would appear as some kind of smoke or "scribbles" as you said to 3D beings like us. Being able to pass through anything material.

Did your wife believe you saw it?

I remember about 10 years or so ago I remember being in my house with my mother after a hurricane. The power was out, so we had been sitting by candlelight in the den. I was listening to my CD player with my head hanging off of the sofa, I look up to see a shadowy figure staring in my direction and I roll over to look at it, it was gone. To this day I feel like something is always watching me in my house when I sleep.

If that happened to me I would have just gotten up and been like "I'm done. Fuck it." And never went back there.

Read this after typing my last comment, think its the same thing me and my dog seen.

I have a similar one. I also have several other stories so I'll try and cover all of them, but my most terrifying involved a shadow person.

Several years ago, I dated this one girl for two and a half years or so. We both become incredibly close with eachothers families and slept in the same rooms together at our folks houses (yes I know but I was young). So about a month into sleeping in her room I have a crazy dream. One of those that blend directly into reality that there is no way to tell what was a dream and not. It only lasted about thirty seconds. There is this strange shadow figure that is all hazy electric black smoke with no defining shape. It is humanoid and has eyes that were more vacant, void places that weren't smoke. It is pacing the room (mind you this room was tiny and about half of it was taken up by her queen sized bed which we were sleeping in) just staring at me. I'm paralyzed and can't move. It then jumps onto the bed and now has a strange mouth hole. It starts moving it's mouth and glaring at me while simultaneously making aggressive gestures and pointing motions at me. The mouth makes no sound. It then lashes out, grabs my ex's hair and violently starts thrashing her about. This is the point that I know I am truly awake because I just start throwing punches wildly in it's direction, hitting absolutely nothing, because nothing is there. My ex wakes up terrified (she was a huge scardey cat) starts sobbing and I hold her till she goes back to sleep because she "can't talk about whatever you saw until the morning". She passes out and I stare at the wall for two hours until the morning (important to note that we had fallen asleep with a lamp on that night). The next morning I explain what I saw and her and her family go on to explain that this was her "shadow demon man" who plagued her dreams and just chilled with her in her room for about three years, two or so years before we dated. Now she may have mentioned it (we were long time in the making for dating and hated/obsessed with eachother for awhile because we were never single at the same time and young/foolish) so I could have forgotten she ever spoke of it, then my subconscious build the same monster for my dream. Needles to say, it was a very vivid experience that I will hold with me.

tl;dr me and ex experience weird shadow dreams at different times in the same room

now my mom is close to what i consider psychic and experiences weird shit all the time. other people in my family also have crazy dreams. the two old houses we used to live in also were very old/spooky and all of us had strange stories including a headless woman who would hold her head and speak to my sister at night. anyone interested in those and i will type them out later.

Most likely the shadows from a car headlight in the distance. They can do funny things with your mind.

It seems like you and a lot of people who have had similar experiences had been laying in bed at the time of the encounter. Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis before falling asleep or while relaxing? When I get it, I tend to see something like you're describing and have the figure rush towards me. A lot of sufferers tend to see/hear visual/audio hallucinations and most report the visual ones as being shadow figures much like you and some others have reported. Sleep paralysis is more likely to occur in situations of stress (like your fight) and while laying on your back. As for the door, I can't think of a logical explanation for that.

The I screamed. I yelled for my wife.

Hehe... like she was in the ghostbusters or something!

Did you freak out on her when she came back? Was the argument over by then, was she still mad for whatever reason?

Currently reading this at 5am because I can't sleep ....now I CAN'T sleep.

I have a cousin who started seeing shadow people after starting an ADHD medication (this is a known side effect, and she was taken off it and put on another medication - and before anyone starts freaking out about 'overmedication' she did actually need it).

The only thing about your story that I find odd is the door slamming, which sounds to me like a detail that you could very easily have invented, whether intentionally or accidentally.

Edit: And the reason this is so common is because its a fairly widespread psychological phenomenon, not because the world is being stalked by mythical shadow people. The brain is very good at maintaining the illusion that you're aware of everything going on around you, but the reality is that the brain fills in gaps by making assumptions. In this case, the brain filled in a person that wasn't there, which seems to be fairly common - probably because recognizing people is hardwired into the brain to some extent. Similarly, 'Greys', the typical big eyed, grey headed alien that people commonly report is believe to be based on the basic human facial recognition patterns that babies use to identify people.

Aliens.

My mom sees shadow people every now and then. She takes medication when it starts to get really bad, risperadol I think. She describes them exactly as everyone else in this thread seems to: dark, squiggly, humanoid shapes.

All I can think is "John Dies at the End"

I know you have already probably heard this... but the brain is a funny thing... you could have thought you were seeing something and not actually seeing anything.

That being said.. if you did see what you in fact describe, then that is some freaky, freaky stuff. I can see why you didn't want to go back inside, I wouldn't.

I have also witnessed a shadow person. It was early in the morning and I was in my basement listening to music with my headphones on. And out of the corner of my left eye I see a black figure coming towards me with its hand out trying to touch my shoulder. I turned around thinking it was my mom or something and I saw it. A free standing shadow in the middle of the floor that looked humanish. It was so weird though seeing a shadow that you can completely walk around 360 degrees. But like you said, I too did not feel scared. I felt very calm and wasn't as scared as I thought I would be.

When I was 18 or 19 I was visited by shadow people in a dream. They more of a vapor I could see through them slightly and were squiggly like you mentioned. I remember seeing them and not being scared and came close to me, and sort of laughed at him, and he asked me "what are you?" And I told him, "umm, I'm human? What are you?" To which he replied "we are dark matter"... I had never heard of dark matter before the dream, and then I went to go look it up and that's when I freaked out. I still don't pretend to know what dark matter but it still surprised me

So some object, something like a shade at the right angle was causing a shadow that was moving in the breeze when a gust of wind came through causing the shadow to travel down the hallway as the gust caught the door and slammed it.

Must have been a freaky experience still!

looking for /u/shitty_watercolour and/or /u/animates_everything for this one

creeps ma geeps dude!!

I've dealt with shadow people in dreams but never while I was awake. If you try to control your dreams and realize you are dreaming, that's when shadow people become super relevant.

My aunt went upstairs in her house one night and my cousin was just sleeping in his bed, when she noticed a shadow figure standing over my cousin with salad fingers hands and a pose like he was trying to scare my cousin with his arms up. She just froze and turned the light on. She won't tell my cousin to this day what she saw. Her old dog used to bark at a corner in the house too. My mom went in one day and kinda told the spirits or whatever that its ok to move to the light and she hasn't had any supernatural shit happen since. I used to be really skeptical about all that until I had people I trust including my own mother tellin me about this creepy stuff.

You don't believe in ghosts!! Sounds like you saw one

Dude. My older house had something like this. It would stand in my doorway and just watch. Creepy as fuck but 10 year old me learned to sleep with it. The only thing that scares me now is spiders. That shadow shit is weird.

Good story telling, I imagined it as if it was in person, don't wann be home alone now with all these long hallways here, need to go out and get a cup of coffee and cool off..

So that's why they call this sort of shit /r/nosleep

Shadow person..heh.

When I was a young child, maybe between 5-7, i vividly remember seeing someone standing in the doorway of my bedroom. He wouldn't come in, just stand there and look at me. He was tall, almost to the top of the doorway, but the only Shadow part of him I really remember seeing was his face. The rest of him (I know..I keep saying him...but I've always felt it was a him) was covered in what looked like clothes. I remember him wearing a hat of some sorts..almost like one of those stetson hats and a trench coat.

Well it got so bad that my mother was forced to sit with me in my bedroom and wait there while I fell asleep. She was a teacher, so she moved her desk into my room and did her nightly class work, so it wasn't really awful for her, but I know it couldn't have been easy thing to deal with.

Her presence was the only one that could make me feel "safe" enough to go to sleep. Once at a family gathering years later she told me that there were times where she "knew" I was asleep that she started to leave and almost as she was out of the room I shot up into a 90 degree sitting position asking why she was leaving, with a panicked look on my face.

It finally ended on one night when she just had enough and just said out loud something like, "I don't care if you want to be here, but you cannot interrupt my son's sleep any longer. Otherwise you have to leave". The next time I never saw him again and never saw anything else since.

The only other instance that I know about but never saw first hand was a story from my mom. When my older sister was younger and still sleeping in her room, she had a rocking chair next to her bed that she would use to rock her to sleep. One night she went into her room and saw the rocking chair moving as if someone was sitting in it. She claims that there was nothing happening that could have explained (winter time, no air movement) how it was constantly moving as if someone was sitting in it.

I had a dream about my grandparents (both deceased) a couple years ago. It was nothing crazy, just my grandfather in his chair reading the paper and my grandmother in the kitchen cooking lunch. In the dream I must've been young because my grandfather looked down towards me from his chair. He said simply "It's okay, you're grandmother and I are fine. And, I do love you." It was a just a dream, but it brought me such peace. My grandfather wasn't a man that showed much emotion and when we'd leave after a visit he'd never say "I love you" back to me after I said it. Again, it was just a dream but it brought me much needed closure to hear him say those words.

Children and their "imaginary" friends are probably the creepiest fucking things out there, because children are to innocent to understand and the adults have to watch as their child plays or talks with a ghost or something..

My little sister had the same thing happen when she was about 3 or 4. She pointed my deceased grandmother out in a picture the next day. My grandmother died when my mom was 5 months pregnant with her. My sister said that the women had a baby with her also. My mom had a miscarriage before she had me.

Edit: wording.

i never met my paternal grandfather, but whenever times have been tough in my life ive either dreamt of him or my thoughts have been drawn to him.

to this day if i need reassurance or need to express negative feelings of worry or doubt i talk to him when im sat in bed. obviously he dosent talk back, but i feel that if any1 is listening to me, he is.

your story actually reminded me of that, its been a long time since ive really needed to talk to him thankfully so i havent done it for a while. youve got me thinking if him again. thank you

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Parents: So what does rocking chair man look like?

Alaconz: Old man, grey hair, wrinkled face.

Parents: Gasp! That sounds just like your grandfather!

Not too much like your story, but it reminded me of this anyway.

Long before I was born, my uncle, who I am named after, died in a car accident. Well, I was talking to my mom recently, and she told me that my dad believes that when that little ray of sun shines down between the clouds during or just after a big storm, it's his brother reaching down to him. Sort of looking out for him, I suppose...

Oh, and apparently another Ricky in the family (with the exact same name, both my uncle and this guy were named after their uncle) died at the age of 21, so I'm destined to die at 21. Thanks for the lucky name!

I have read this entire thread and this story is my favorite. Beautiful.

Well... there is a couple things wrong with this. Number one you are basing this whole imaginary friend scenerio and 'the rocking chair man' on what your parents remember about you when you were 5. Memories as we all know are very unreliable. Many creepier additions to the story could have organically developed over the years so... I wouldn't put much credence in that. Strip away those elements and there isn't much left. You probably observed the picture of your grandpa as a very young person (I know I never met my Mom's father and she would often show me pictures 'this was MOMMY's Daddy!' so a similar thing probably happened. Add to that the fact that you admit that YOUR PARENTS showed you the picture IN THE CONTEXT of your imaginary friend story, so they clearly already made that leap for you. The whole 'every time I dream' thing... look I don't know if that's true or not, but it really sounds like an exaggeration and at the very least not evidence at all. Add these elements up and we have a case of a kid who never got to me his grandpa, and some residual effects of this knowledge.

damn.

i shouldn't have clicked the link to the news. seeing her face made this story much more freaky than it could've been.

Her boyfriend is a piece of monkey shit. Hope he suffers the rest of his life.

I remember her. The Univ. of South Carolina community was devastated. Terrible news.

That's kind of sad actually, someone cut down in their prime, and the last paragraph where you think she could have been trying to say goodbye. I don't believe in paranormal activity, but the story is still pretty sad.

Oh my I would swoon so hard if some gorgeous woman read The Giver to me.

That's tragic, but what a beautiful experience getting to see her take one last stroll through the office!

When I read this I thought a fishbowl office was where you and your buddies would go to smoke weed

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what is the name of the girl? if you dont mind me asking(cant see how that would be offensive but yolo)

I hear very often about dread family members appearing when someone in the family is going to die. To come get them. I'd like to see if anyone else has a similar story.

came out of the shower

Not the time for a ghost visit, please.

Your grandfather was kinda a dick for making her wait 2 days, I hope your aunt found a good parking space.

I was staying in a hotel one night, I had just gotten in from a long day and realized I left my phone in my car. Being the lazy ass that I am, I gave no fucks and went to bed. I had a dream that someone was chasing my dad through my grandmother’s house and shooting at him. He tried to hide behind this pillar in her basement that I used to hide behind when I was a kid when I played hide and seek with my grandpa. My grandpa had passed away several years earlier and he was more father to me than my own dad, we were very close and my dad and I were not at all so dreaming about him was unusual as I rarely even thought about him. Anyway, my dad gets gunned down in my dream and I woke up, thought “what a shitty nightmare” and took a shower. When I went to my car to head out for the days activities I checked my phone. The battery was surprisingly not dead, I had missed over 60 calls and had like 12 voicemails letting me know that my father passed away. His body was found under an overpass. Completely unexpected death.

Your story is confusing. Your mom saw your aunt in the shower?

Your mom should have told your granddad to chew the aunt out once he met up on the other side, for startling her like that.

This is pretty chilling. I have a similar story from about 15 years ago; my mom had just left the hospital and come home after a botched back surgery almost left her dead. She was still bedridden at home and the surgery left her gravely ill with intestinal problems (surgeon accidentally sliced an artery around her small intestine while he was operating on her lower back and she nearly bled out). She was laying in bed one evening reading and feeling generally terrible when she got a strange feeling. She looked up and, in the doorway, saw what appeared to be a dark, misty-looking figure. She said she immediately knew that it was my dad's great uncle who had just passed away about a year before. She also sensed very clearly that he had appeared either to take her with him, or to let her know that she would be okay, and to be strong. She knew then that she needed to keep fighting and living. She's still here and healthier than ever :)

I like to think this is a positive thing, her aunt coming to pick up her father up and see him safely across (to whatever the fuck happens after death)

Oh my god.

Holy shit, this sounds like something out of Scary Stories to Tell in The Dark.

My grandma had something similar happen. Her sister had a stroke years before and could no longer talk. The clock in my grandma's house was one of those chiming clocks, and I hated sleeping over there because it would go off every half hour and keep me awake. One morning she bolted awake when the clock went off and told my grandpa, "I just had a dream about my sister. She said 'everything's going to be alright, I'm free now' and just smiled at me." Turns out her sister had passed away in the night, and they found out in the morning.

What in the fucking fuck

I don't know why, but out of all the stories I have read on here, this one gave me the solid chills

for some reason this is the only one i shivered to...

Vision, hallucination, dream, what happened?

About 20 years ago, my mom came out of the shower, pale, shaking, and hysterical.

Hmm... interesting... is she hot?

Missing time is always a fun concept to think about. And horribly petrifying as well.