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This is the first time I have ever shared a story like this with anyone. The story I am relating to you is a patchwork of memories I have from when I was about five or six years old living in Fort Benning, Georgia. I can't recall when these events started or if anyone other than me experienced anything.

I was a bit of a wild child and played constantly with other army brats living around me, but I was also very imaginative and spent a great deal of time in my own world and never talked about the things I experienced. The most vivid memory I have are the pair of red eyes that I used to see constantly. I would see them the most under our kitchen table. Sometimes they were just red orbs and other times they resembled the eyes of the Jotuns from the movie, Thor. They were always menacing but never harmed me. They watched me, from the table, or a dark hall, or even when I slept. I can remember waking up from nightmares to see them in the darkness beyond the open door of my bedroom. But this particular situation ended when my father was restationed and we had to move.

The shadow people, or rather, person, is a different story. A little background: I used to have an imaginary friend whom I called "Tina". I don't know where she came from or why she existed (and I doubt many children could answer this either), but I do remember becoming afraid of her. At one point I felt like she changed and if she did then she became the shadow man who haunted me and creeped me out. I remember distinctly sitting with my family to watch AFV and out of the corner of my eye I saw a shadow. I turned to see a fully formed shadow person. It was a man wearing a hat and resembling what looked to be a cowboy or someone who stepped right out of a mediocre Western. I would say I was much more shocked than afraid. But the name "Tina" rang in my head when I saw it. I never mentioned it to my parents and actually became annoyed that this shadow person was trying to bother me while I was watching what is still a beloved show.



The shadow person stayed with me longer than the red eyes. Silhouettes would form when I was in the hallways at night and there was no light, he would follow me until I turned on the lights.  The last time I saw the figure was when I lived in Richmond, Kentucky when I was probably 13-15 years old. I am not sure why I didn't see more things since our house was built on a Civil War battle site where bullets were a common find for builders.

Also as a child, I had vivid memories of floating in my home in Georgia. I often member floating in the corner of my room, the playroom my sister and I shared, and the hallway just before our stairwell. I have memories of floating down the stairs and landing. I was so convinced that I was able to float that I tried it at another house to no avail.

I am not sure if these things are the products of my imagination or if I really did experience these. I enjoy hearing other people's experiences, but it does stun me when I find out someone else has seen the things that I have seen. My faith and my relationship with my creator has halted any further activity. Being a Muslim I know not to contact anything and not to respond to their attempts at communication.
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