Introduction
From bedroom doorways to midnight windows, “shadow people” have stalked frightened witnesses for generations. Below are three first-hand accounts that prove you’re never truly alone when the lights go out.
Story 1 — “The Doorway Shadow”
Submitted by @a1l3x.0
When I was between six and eleven, a pitch-black silhouette would hover in the space between my bedroom doors. I’d flip on the lights and it vanished. By age eleven I forced myself to ignore it—and the figure finally stopped visiting. Years later, while alone in my room, I heard one deafening punch against the balcony wall. No one was there.
Story 2 — “Grandpa’s Midnight Cane”
Submitted by @itzz.me.sully
In fourth grade I lived in my late grandparents’ old house. One night at midnight a scratching sound dragged me from sleep. Through the window I saw a man-shaped shadow. Footsteps shuffled away, each step punctuated by the tap-tap of a cane—the same metallic beat my grandfather made in life.
Story 3 — “Friends With the Shadow People”
Submitted by @kenziieeeeeeeeeeee
Between ages three and five I dreamed of tall shadow figures standing in my parents’ room while I struggled to wake them. The figures began appearing in daylight, too. I’m fourteen now; I still see them—and sometimes we talk.
Reflection
Do shadow figures feed on fear, or are they echoes of loved ones, trapped between worlds? Whatever the answer, each witness describes the same chilling result—paralyzing dread.
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