I’m Hunted by Shadow People

It started about 3 months ago.  I had a normal life.  A wife, two kids, a dog.  My job kind of sucked but beyond that I wasn’t complaining.  Lots of people had it harder.  Hell, I’ve seen The Wire on HBO.  It sucks out there. I’m a white guy from the burbs, I got nothin’ to complain about.  Or at least that’s what I thought until I started seeing these shadow people in my life.For those who don’t know anything about Shadow People, they only appear at night, as shadows in the streetlights, on the sides of building, moving across the ground.  And if you catch sight of one it has the uncanny ability to make you feel as if it’s staring right at you even though you can’t see it’s face.The first time I saw one was after I’d just left a woman’s house.  A co-worker I may have been being a little too flirty with.  Things hadn’t gotten too far but my feelings toward her, her ass in particular, were plenty to make me feel guilty.  Yet for some reason I still kept pushing things further, trying to spend more time with her.

So on this night in particular I came awfully close to kissing her.  I found myself bolting out of the house, afraid that if I stayed another 30 seconds I wouldn’t be able to control myself.  But that’s not why you’re reading this is it?  You want to know about the shadow people right?  The reason I’m telling you about this woman is I can’t help but feel I brought these shadow people into my life, as a way of punishment.

The city was quiet that night I drove home.  It was humid and still almost 90 even though it was slightly after midnight.  My wife and kids were fast asleep.  I had about a mile to go before I was home.  I stopped at a red light.  I rolled down my window and listened to the gentle hum of the city, waiting for a light to change that served no purpose at that time of night.  And that’s when I noticed it.  A shadow of a man, silhouetted by the yellow glow coming from the secuirty light on the building across the street.  There was no depth, no life to the shadow.  It stood there, legs slightly apart, like a black cardboard cutout.  I stared.  The light turned green but I didn’t move.  Then something happened that sent shivers down my spine.  It moved.  The figure took two steps along the wall, stopped again, stared at me and then moved into a shadow and was gone.  My mind raced.  My body froze. DID I JUST SEE THAT?

Then my mind snapped back to the present.  I hit the gas and drove home.  Shaken, I forgot an important detail of that night.  That I had just come from that woman’s house, that I might smell like perfume.  I obviously hadn’t told my wife I would be hanging out with that woman all evening so the fact that I came home smelling like some cheap Jennifer Lopez perfume might raise some red flags right? It didn’t take long for my wife to wake up and smell her on me.  But I had totally forgotten everything I had done before I saw that shadow person on the wall. All I could think about was him… it.

Now it’s 3 months later and I’ve been seeing the shadow people more and more.  I’ve seen them almost every night now, no matter where I go. Summer is over, the sun sets earlier and earlier every night.  These sightings have caused me to grow more and more distant from my life.  My wife thinks I’m cheating on her because I’ve been acting so strange ever since that night but in truth I haven’t thought about the woman from my work once since seeing that shadow person.

I’ve done a little research on shadow people and everything I read says they’re evil entities from another dimension.  How the hell am I supposed to explain that to my wife?  “No Honey, I’m not cheating on you, I’m actually just being hunted by evil beings from another dimension.  Do you believe me?”  Needless to say I haven’t gone that route.

But I’m finally getting around to writing to this because I worry about what’s going to happen to me.  Like I said, I’ve felt like they’ve been getting closer and closer ever since the first night I saw one.  I’m afraid to walk in shadows at night time. In fact I’m even afraid to go out of the house after dark.  These things have turned me into a shell of a man.

But here’s the kicker.  I’ve always felt safe in my house until last night because last night was the first time I saw one in my own home.  It was late, everyone was sleeping.  I woke up thirsty and walked out to the kitchen to get some water. I turned on the faucet and almost immediately felt like someone, or something was staring at me.  I turned slowly toward the corner to my left.  Chills ran up my spine and spread across my body.  There it was, standing there, not more than ten feet from me.  It was on the wall, a shadow person.  There were no other shadows anywhere near it.  My mind wasn’t playing tricks on me.  This was actually happening.  My knees went soft and I almost fell. It was all I could do to stay on my feet.  But even through all this I couldn’t look away.  I just stared into that pitch black silhouette, waiting for it to do something, waiting for it to show some life.  I now know why black is associated with evil.