Shadow Figures

To say that I have a viable explanation for shadow figures would be a lie. Though slightly comparative to an apparition, to be honest, I am unsure where shadow figures would fall in the vast classifications that encompass the paranormal.

Shadow figures a somewhat opaque entity that can either have the outline of an actual person, male or female or have no shape at all. Sometimes they are seen with the naked eye, and other times, their presence is not known until the viewing of video footage or a photo. They have been seen in darkened rooms, their overall form blacker than the space in which it is in.

Shadow figures can seemingly interact with people and have an unmistakable sense of intelligence attached to them. Though shadow figures have been discussed and seen more intensely in the couple of decades or so, I had seen one before even having any research available to me on it. To this point, in my humble existence, I have had three experiences with shadow figures; two have been seen, with one specific entity being seen multiple times and one which was not seen but luckily captured in a photo.

My first encounter with a shadow figure made me believe that this entity was there to protect me rather than one to cause me harm. I was only 18, but I had already had my share of paranormal experiences, but to see an actual supernatural entity, in my opinion, is slightly more jarring.

I was dating an individual that was not a good fit for my outgoing and vivacious persona. He was insecure, mentally abusive, very possessive and on the verge of becoming physically abusive. The relationship should have not even developed in hindsight, but I was 18 and a sucker for a bad boy, or perhaps what I envisioned as a bad boy. In actuality, he was just a douche in all sense of the word, a douche bag with an inferiority complex.

Mr. Douche Bag, or DB for short, had decided to sleep over, not for my comfort or well being, but more to ensure he could keep an eye on me. I had fallen asleep and proceeded to have a very odd dream that potentially forecasted my attempted murder by DB. I awoke slowly from the nightmare, which seemed strange and unusual for me and yet as I slowly drifted back into reality, I could hear the heavy breathing within the room. I was unsure if the breathing was mine or perhaps DB's, who was supposed to be sleeping beside me. I opened my eyes and realized that DB was not beside me but instead at the end of my bed, or so I thought. He was crouched down with his elbow resting on his knee and his chin resting in his hand. He was watching me sleep, which in itself was creepy enough. I sat up, imploring DB to come back to bed as I had just had a horrific dream. He stood up but did not say a word. I found it odd that I could not see his face considering the hall light was on, and my door was entirely ajar, but I only pondered on that for a second as my mind was solely focused on the nightmare. I asked him again to stop screwing around as I sat up, and yet he still did not make a sound and stood perfectly still, watching me. I then heard the sound of clinking glasses in the kitchen; I leaned over slightly to see outside of my bedroom door, down the hall into the kitchen and recognized DB standing at the sink getting a glass of water. I turned around slowly to observe this now unknown figure standing in front of me; I said nothing, more out of shock than fear. I tried focusing on his appearance, trying to make sense of who was standing at the end of my bed. He took a step forward and disappeared. I left the room slowly making my way down the hall; I walked past the kitchen, over to the couch and sat down. DB hearing me from the kitchen, walked over to me, asking me what was wrong. He was clearly confused when I could not speak for around five minutes as I tried processing the event in my mind. Apprehensively, once I was sure what I saw had indeed transpired, I decided to recount what had happened. Of course, DB came up with an absurd explanation of the event, not believing what I saw, but I knew what I saw, and I knew that it was real.

I would later refer to this shadow figure as the black man as that is how I saw him. He continued visiting me on various occasions until the day that my relationship with DB finally ended. Was this coincidence, or was he, in fact, protecting me?

The next experience with a shadow figure was during an investigation at Chestnut Hall - a Library/museum in Thorold, Ontario. A friend and I were upstairs with all my standard equipment; I had given her the job of taking random photos whenever she felt the urge. I find that when you don't think about it, you usually capture the best paranormal images. I was using an EMF meter in the room and was focused on a chair that was encased in glass that had a very high reading. A Medium was on the floor, focusing on the room's energies. After my friend had captured a few photos, the medium made a statement that we had captured something. Not believing this, I blew it off with a comment about it going in my book and disregarded the event altogether. However, the medium was correct, and not only did we capture something but literally just before she had said that we were going to. Please see the photo below and the corresponding video that shows when we caught the picture.

The final shadow figure that I saw was similar in shape to the one in the picture above, as it did not have a distinctive shape like my Black Man. I was living in a horrendous basement apartment, which I deemed my own personal hell house. The plethora of problems within this apartment was so abundant that the fact that this place had been built solely months prior seemed confusing. One day I stood at my kitchen table rummaging through my purse to locate my cigarettes; I have since quite so please, no lectures. From my peripheral vision, I sensed something in the living room; I assumed that my boyfriend had gotten his lazy ass out of bed and made his way down the hall quietly in hopes of scaring me. So when I looked up quickly, saying, "I know you're there," I was surprised to see a black blob-like shadow hovering by the support beam instead of my boyfriend. It moved oddly as if a person was trapped inside this blob trying to get out. It was opaque and stayed in the one spot, only changing its shape; still but in constant motion. I was frozen, fixated on this thing that was no more than 5 feet from me, realizing my only protection was a small two-seater table that stood in between us. It slowly started to move behind the beam; I leaned to my left to keep an eye on it but then it was gone. Like with my first experience, it took me a while to process the event in my brain.

I do not understand the intention of these shadow figures; I have yet to have a negative experience involving them, other than the shock directly after experiencing their presence. I do not feel that they are negative, evil or something from the pits of hell, though some may argue with this. If I were to look to my sixth sense as to what they are, I almost feel as though they are something from another dimension, bleeding into ours. Perhaps they are here to help us, or maybe they are here to observe. Perhaps it's a glitch in the matrix or a tear in our reality, thanks to CERN, but that is a topic for another time.

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