My Demonic Experience with Shadow People Terrified Me
This incident happened on May 10th, and I felt the need to share my story. I’m not much of a writer, and English isn’t my first language, but I’ll do my best to explain what happened.
Two weeks ago, on a Thursday night, I went to bed early. I was going to visit my girlfriend the next day, and since we only see each other on weekends, I wanted to get some rest before the long drive. That night, I woke up and saw a man standing over my bed. He was dressed in black, just staring at me. I’ve seen him before—the night my aunt died. The first time, I saw him in my dream, standing at the end of a hallway. I remember screaming in my sleep, and my brother running to comfort me. I was 15 then.
But this time, ten years later, he was standing right next to my bed. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, feeling more annoyed than scared. I thought, "Not this again," closed my eyes, and went back to sleep. When I woke up about an hour later, I felt paranoid but brushed it off. I took a shower and got ready for the long drive.
Before I left, I went into my parents’ room to say goodbye to my dad. I heard him praying, which was strange, but I hugged him and headed out. The drive to my girlfriend’s place takes about two hours, and it was pouring rain that day, which made visibility really low.
As I got closer, I texted my girlfriend that I’d be there in 30 minutes. That was the last text I sent before I crashed my car.
The crash was brutal. I was driving in the fast lane when I saw a car stopped ahead. I stopped, turned on my hazards, and looked in the rearview mirror. A white pickup truck was speeding toward me, and I knew it wasn’t going to stop in time. I tried to turn left, but it was too late. The truck hit me, lifting my car off the ground and spinning it into a ditch. Somehow, I only had a concussion.
Dazed and confused, I stumbled out of the car and called my dad to tell him what had happened. Here’s where it gets weird. A week before the crash, I had a sudden urge to go to church with my mom, even though I hadn’t been in years. And that morning, my dad had a dream where his grandmother complained of pain, and he prayed for her.
I’ve always been a skeptic, but this experience has shaken me. Since the accident, I haven’t been able to sleep without the lights on. I’m terrified, and I just needed to share this story.
Our Thoughts
This story illustrates a chilling connection between supernatural experiences and real-life events. The appearance of a shadowy figure, especially after the previous encounter following a family death, suggests a possible connection between the figure and life-altering events. The fact that the narrator wasn’t particularly afraid the second time, but instead felt annoyed, adds an interesting layer—perhaps the figure’s presence was something familiar but still deeply unsettling.
The near-fatal car crash shortly after this encounter takes the story to a new level. Was this shadow figure some kind of omen or warning? The premonition-like feelings, the urge to go to church, and the strange dream the narrator’s father had all contribute to the eerie sense that something larger was at play.
These kinds of experiences challenge our perception of reality, especially when they’re accompanied by events that make us question what we believe. Whether it was a haunting, a shadow person, or something demonic, this encounter clearly left a deep impact on the narrator’s life.
Disclaimer: This story has been rewritten for clarity and originality. While inspired by discussions from various internet platforms, it should be regarded as speculative and not factual. The analysis provided is based on available information and reflects the author’s interpretation.
