Archive for the ‘Shadow People’ Category


reflections in the TV

June 15, 2015

I was watching TV probably 3ish years ago. The TV had a small glare on it and I could kind of see the sunlight light from the hallway reflected on it. It was probably 2-3 in the afternoon. I was completely alone, the wife was at work.

I was watching tv and I noticed in the glare, the silhouette of a tall man stepped into view. I froze solid, and didn’t make any movement or noise, in fact if you were looking at me from behind, I would have appeared to remain in the exact same state. But somehow the silhouette of the man stopped right when I noticed it, lingered for a second, appeared to raise its arm and wave, and then stepped out of view.

I didn’t hear a door open/close, didn’t hear a window budge or break, or anything, and I didn’t find any evidence of anyone.

Probably just the light playing tricks on me.

– posted by CDC_; Reddit


March 5, 2013

This will probably never be seen because the post is already at 2,400 comments but I swear on my life that it is absolutely true.

One of my close friends lived next to a house that was always vacant. It would sell, people would move in, and then one day they’d be gone and the house would be up for sale again. One summer, when the house was listed again and the last family had moved out, we decided to go take a tour and eat some Jack in the Box we had picked up. We weren’t very smart sometimes and thought it would be cool to play chicken with whatever was haunting this house. My friend was really skinny and crawled through the dog door that led straight into the kitchen, then opened the back door for me. We went through all of the rooms and it was pretty nondescript, just a typical 50s style bungalow house with a similar layout to his home, lots of pretty woodwork and built-ins. After we determined that the house really wasn’t that creepy after all, we sat down in the dining area, on the floor, across from a little horseshoe shaped nook with a kitchen table and built-in bench. It was dusk out but the windows didn’t have curtains and it never got that dark in our city, anyway. At this point, we had been in the house for maybe 25 minutes and after we finished eating we stayed sitting just to hang out and talk since we weren’t spooked out at all. All of a sudden, mid-sentence, completely out of nowhere, my vision went black and I felt this eery coldness wash all over me (I’m getting chills thinking about it), a feeling so thick I felt like it penetrated my through my body down to my bones. At the very same moment this happened, my friend screamed. I virtually could not see anything and was groping around trying to find something to grab onto and I felt so unsettled and ..cold. There’s really no other word for it. After what felt like hours, I felt my friend’s hands in mine and he pulled me to my feet and drug me through the house to the back door. He kept pulling on my arm and I still couldn’t see anything. We got outside and slowly know that feeling when you get a whole body shiver and it runs down your spine? As soon as I was outside, that’s what I felt, except this was a whole body shiver that started at the tip of my toes and went all the way up to my scalp, and unexpectedly and suddenly I could see again. My friend was as pale as a sheet and looked absolutely terrified. I felt off and sort of, gross, I guess is the best word, and in shock. I told him that I couldn’t see at all until I was outside, that it felt like I had been enveloped in blackness. He was just staring at me and I finally asked him why he had screamed. He hugged me and told me that he pulled me out of the house as soon as I started reaching around like I was blind because a little girl who was completely black, and yet see through, crawled out from under the table we were across from and sat on top of me.

– Posted by aigret; Reddit


TL;DR: I have a demon and it’s scary

March 4, 2013

This story scares the crap out of me every time I think about it.

I was at my grandparents house one night, my grandmother then came into my room at 3:30 in the morning and told me, “Your grandfather needs your help. Get up”. This sort of startled me because she has never done anything like this. I go out to where my grandfather is right outside the door that goes into the garage and he tells me that, “The garage door just went up and down 6 or 7 times we need to check it out.” I obviously said alright and we went into the garage only the find the pull-string that prevents the door from opening, which can only be pulled form the inside, was pulled. He looks at me and says, “We have to go outside to fix it so no one can get in”. We then head outside and when we rounded the corner to look at the garage the motion lights came on and there seemed to be scratches on the door. He and I fixed the door and went back to bed.

About two weeks after this, I was staying there again and woke up at around 2:30 in the morning to hearing stomping in the kitchen, which is very close to my room. I get up and hear the stomps come closer to my door and stop. I figured that my grandfather was adjusting the thermostat. I opened my door to see what was going on only to find that everyone in the house was asleep and all the lights were turned off. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well that night.

A few weeks passed and I went over there on a weekend because I had nothing better to do. Since it was a weekend I stayed up rather late and fell asleep watching TV on my bed with my door opened. It was about 1:30 in the morning and for whatever reason I woke up without any reason. I look around and realize that I had fallen asleep with the TV on. I looked at my door and at that instance I saw a man-sized figure step out of my doorway and walk down the hall towards the kitchen. I slammed my door and stayed up all night. By this time, I was pretty convinced I had a demon or ghost or something in my grandparents house. I was just relieved that whatever was in their house wasn’t following me.

Maybe a month after the last incident happened, I was at my dad’s house and I was about to go to sleep. At my dad’s I am on the other side of the house from everyone. It was maybe 10:30 at night and I was about to go to sleep. I had laid down, turned my TV off and was drifting to sleep. Then outside of my door, I heard a combination of stomping and a really low sound. This honestly scared the hell out of me. I, in all of my infinite wisdom, decided to see what it was. When I opened my door, I saw the same thing that I saw at my grandparents house. I teared up from fear and left the light on and fitfully tried to sleep. It didn’t work well.

Maybe a month and a half had passed after the last incident. I was at a friends house and he and I cleaned out his shed to we could just hang out in there and smoke his hookah. He usually has a lot of peopleover to his house, but this night it was just he and I. We were smoking hookah and were almost finished. We were just listening to some music and I was just sitting there listening to the music when all of the sudden a black flash darted underneath my legs but I didn’t feel anything. I start to look around to see if one of his cats came in with us. As I started to look around, I realize that there is no cat in the shed. I start to become afraid on the inside but trying to keep myself outwardly calm. I look up at my friend, who the look of being close to panic and, all he says to me is, “I think something just ran underneath your legs.” At this point, I started freaking out because I didn’t say anything about it. He told me that he saw it as well. We both ran out of the shed and went into his house and just watched TV until we calmed down and went to sleep.

This was the last time anything like that has happened. This was maybe 3 weeks ago. I saw this question and figured that this could be a good read to someone TL;DR: I have a demon and it’s scary

– Posted by HorridCrowd; Reddit



January 17, 2013

There’s something that myself and several of my friends have seen around our town. We call it “Deerman” as a bit of a joke. The first time I saw it, I was on a walk with my friend around 2AM. It looked like a man was standing between some trees on the edge of the nearby woods. As I stared at it, he ran away. It was just this shadowy black blur in the shape of a man, but FAST. I tried pointing it out and when I told my friend I said “it ran upright like a man, but fast like a deer.” That’s why we call it Deerman.

Well, my friend didn’t believe me until about a week later. He was driving down the same road, about 55 mph. He saw a shadowy figure cross the road in front of him and stand to his left. As he passed it, the thing chased his car. It actually kept up with him for about 200 yards before turning off into the woods.

We then saw the same thing about 4 miles away, later that summer.

– Posted by kentnasty; Reddit


it looked like there was a human form hanging from a rope

February 18, 2012

Most unexplained creepy story I have experienced: This was years ago, I was 17 and my then girlfriend and I were watching a movie late at night after my folks went to bed. After the movie we moved to the living room upstairs and made a bed of comforters between the couches (the family room where we were watching movies was above my parents room and honestly I was hoping to get laid and wanted the privacy) We snuggled under the covers and I was making moves when she froze. “look at the wall” she whispered to me, and when I did I could see it illuminated by the streetlamp with a shadow of the tree from the front yard and it looked like there was a human form hanging from a rope from one of its limbs. She was getting more and more freaked out as was I; she hid her head under the covers and each time I looked at the shadow it appeared to be a gently swinging body from the tree. she was getting louder and more panicked and I was trying to calm her, still hoping to get some, but I couldn’t shake the image of the hanging man. I told her it was nothing, a bag or something had gotten stuck on the branches and it was playing tricks on our eyes, she was shaking and I was unsure about my assessment. I finally told her I would get up and check. The light was coming through the patio deck doors so all I had to do was stand up and look out to see what was hanging from the tree and we could relax, she didn’t want me to she was shivering and holding me so tight she wanted us to hide under the covers. I said “relax, it can’t be what it looks like, stay here and I’ll check”. The shadow was so well defined I was doubting myself as I said it but I stood up and looked over the couch to see what was casting the weird shadow.
So now here’s the thing, there was no body, there was nothing. As my brain tried to process it I realized that there wasn’t even a tree; My father had cut it down the previous summer, there was nothing that could have cast any shadow! I grabbed her and the covers we spent the night in front of the tv with the volume turned up. Still have no idea what the fuck that was about but it really happened.

– Posted by tianhkamun; Reddit


“Jimmy, I don’t have your stuff.”

January 17, 2012

My family owns a house on Cape Cod. The previous owner was a white supremacist with an autistic son named Jimmy. Jimmy was known for putting on a trench coat and fedora, climbing trees, and shooting cats and dogs with a BB gun. When my parents moved into the house, they found a bunch of Nazi paraphernalia in a bedroom. They put it in the shed, told the former owner they had a week to get rid of it, and then threw it out.

Of course, at the age of seven, I didn’t know any of this. That’s when I was “visited” five nights in a row by a figure in a trench coat and fedora. He didn’t have any detail; he looked like a silhouette, like he was being powerfully backlit but with no light source. He would stand in the corner of the room, or sit there crouched, or sit on the bed opposite mine (my brother’s bed, but he was at summer camp at the time). One time, he sat in a rocking chair, and when I looked later, he was gone but the chair was still rocking.

After a few nights of this, I told my parents about it. My mom called it a nightmare, but my dad was intrigued. He told me to tell the figure, “Jimmy, I don’t have your stuff.”

So the next night, when the figure appeared again in the corner of the room, I said, “Jimmy, I don’t have your stuff.” And Jimmy walked right over to me, put his face an inch away from mine, and then disappeared. I never saw him again.

Years later, I found out about the history of the house. I’ve often wondered if I had heard it before, and somehow suppressed it and then imagined my encounters with Jimmy. But he was and remains entirely vivid to me.

– Posted by samreich ; Reddit


They started talking to me.

January 8, 2012

As I was turning 8 ( 16 years ago) I started to get ill, coughing, sneezing, started to eat less. So they got me to the hospital and the doctors did some standard tests for allergies and other stuff I don’t remember. But they noticed something: I have strange spots on my lips, like those brown ones on the rest of your body but these are black. eg: (not me but almost the same)

So they discovered I had peutz jeghers. Nothing to worry about, they told me, just needed some more tests done. I got those done on a Wednesday and they discovered I had a telescopic small intestine which was dying and was gonna burst and kill me. So got an operation on Thursday (went really fast). Afterwards doctors came to ask me if I had any pain prior to the operation. Never felt anything except for really hard cramps but not dying pains.

since then I have to go for a check up every year.

Fast forward to 4 years ago. (actual story) I was in the hospital again for the annual thingy. Always fully sedated so I don’t remember shit about sticking camera’s in my exit and thus creating man-tears. I wake up after the checkup, and there is a doctor there. He tells me they removed a very big but flat polyp. The removal may have caused a perforation in the intestine. The doctor left and not more then 30 seconds later I get hellish pain. It kept growing worse. So they gave me morphine and made a scan, revealing nothing. So they send me home and told me to “man up”. I tried but couldn’t. 24 hours later I was at the ER where they discovered the perforation and started to give me meds and painkillers (really strong ones). And then it happened. I started to drift away in conscious and unconsciousness because of the painkillers I thought. I started to see and feel things that didn’t belong. Strange figures appearing at my bed. Once there was this figure, dressed in hospital clothes. But it had no face, just skin. I sometimes asked my girlfriend who was standing next to her. She never knew what I was talking about. 1 week later I could go home and enjoyed being outside in a week.

Went to bed early but sh!t got even worse. Woke up at 3am. Throwing up blood, enormous amounts (or so it seemed). Rush to the ER (ffs again :P) insta check up. note:I don’t remember anything from me waking up till the next morning, I was in shock and most of the times unconscious. The doctors told my parents I wouldn’t have made it if I had stayed half an hour longer in bed fighting the nausea due to the amount of blood loss.

What I do remember of those few hours is those same figures. But now it gets even stranger. They started talking to me. I don’t remember every thing, but this one I remember clearly: “We are ready for you. Come with us.”. I was not afraid, it was even kind how they talked. But I refused. I struggled to stay. And then there was this man. Tall, dark hair, and he just smiled at me, turned around and left through the door. Later I found out, the guy next to me died. And when I asked to describe him, they described the man I saw.

Next day all this stopped and I could go home a week later.

I think I came close…

I told you guys about my encounter of 4 years ago. And here is another one I would like to share:

March 2010. I get my yearly routine colonoscopy and endoscopy. So after the checkup I end up in my room pretty woozie from the anesthetics, love that. Everything was fine, I just needed an extra x-ray and echo of some organs. Nothing I wasn’t used to. The next morning I wake up and see some food… after 2 days of not eating I was hungry. But I know I can not eat that much after what has just happened. So I eat one sandwich and that is it. Started to feel funny inside so i called the nurse. She couldn’t tell what was wrong. And they called my doctor. “every thing is fine, it are just light cramps.” he assured me. Wen’t home… (oh never do that) and came back 1 hour later with allot of pain, shitting blood and what not… (but not as worse as 4 years ago)

So they gave me a room, and put me up for an endoscopy. I asked for some light sedative to put me in a twilight state. I really do hate endo’s. So they took a quick look, and saw there was a small wound of a removed polyp that had started bleeding. Notthing to worry, but I couldn’t eat for a week and had to stay there.

After the endo, they put me in a wheelchair and put me outside in the hallway to be taken to the room. That is when things started to get “weird” It felt like I had been there for a whole day. Just fading in and out of the world, because of the light sedative. I started to see people again. A few faces looked familiar. But couldn’t think of where I have met them. Some looked upset, others friendly. And then I saw this man. Standing in a doorway a few feet away from where I was. I looked at him and recognized him right away, and started crying. It was my granddad who had died in 2005. He came over, grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. He knelt down before me and just… smiled. And I was just sitting there crying, and it lasted for minutes. He then stood up, turned around and started walking away. I felt myself zoning out again. The nurse that took me up to my room asked me why I cried… I couldn’t tell.

To this day, I can still feel his hands on my shoulders, and see his eyes so clearly. I feel like he protects me from all evil.

– Posted by tokke; Nosleep