From: anonymous
To: The Official Shadow People Archives
Sent: Friday, March 11, 2011 9:47:50 PM
I was very happy to find this site, as I read through some of the emails, I didn’t feel like I was imagining what I had experienced.
Last July, I awoke because I thought I heard a rustling sound. When I opened my eyes, there was a dark shrouded (cloak almost) figure standing at the foot of my bed. I blinked several times because I thought my vision was “cloudy” or something from just waking up. But as my vision cleared, I saw it more clearly. It was large and very dark…it looked like a large shouldered, cloaked man. My first thought was the grim reaper. I was scared at first, but did not feel threatened, it moved forward, towards my feet at the end of the bed. I was waiting to see what it was going to do, but it stood there, so I said, “What do you want?” Immediately an intense pressure started on my chest, legs and arms...I felt weighted down.
I tried to reach out to my husband next to me sleeping but couldn’t move and I also couldn’t talk. I was uncomfortable but not in pain and not scared for some reason.
I focused on calming myself and thought in my mind, “What do you want?” That was when the shadow man grasped my ankles and pressed what felt like palms of hands down on the tops of my feet, pushing my down on them until my toes pointed. The pressure on my feet kept intensifying and that is when I started to get scared because the figure seemed to be leaning in closer and closer.
I found I could talk and I began yelling, “Something has my feet!” My husband woke up and when he saw me looking down at my feet, he immediately flung himself to the bottom of the bed, when he did, that the figure disappeared...just vanished.
My husband says that he did not see anything. The pressure feeling on my feet and chest lingered for a while afterward.
The following day, I felt like I had been in an accident, my chest, arms, legs and feet were sore. I was so disturbed by this that I messaged my best friend and told him about it. I also phoned the doctor and scheduled an appointment. Everything went well at the doctor, I was fine.
The shadow figure had visited on a Thursday night. Friday, I had gone to the doctors and messaged my best friend on Saturday. Saturday, late afternoon, my best friend was killed in a car accident. He died from a severed aorta, severe chest and leg damage had occurred and his feet…the tops of his shoes were “stuck” under the front dash...toes severely pointed.
I don’t know about you, but I think it was a warning of what was to come. It served a purpose though, in my mind, because I had spoken to him the day before he died, thinking there was something wrong with my health. I told him how important he was to me and how much I appreciated his friendship.
