From: Hokum
To: The Official Shadow People Archives
Sent: Monday, December 29, 2008 7:56:39 PM
Subject: My Story
When I was young, my parents got a divorce. I was put into the care of my father, yet I wished to see my mother. My father and mother and I all agreed that when I was to turn 8 I could live with whomever I wished.
Now, one theory about shadow people is that they are emotional imprints left one a person or item. I do not know if this is true but it is a nice thought.
When I turned 6 and a 1/2 I started to see them. they would flicker, as if caught in the candlelight, in the corner of my eye. When I would turn my head to see, they would vanish. These visions got worse and worse, until eventually, I could see them long enough to focus my eyes on them . They resembled a human, yet as if through a veil, a very dark veil. The movements they made were also very flickery, like dancers. When I went to my mother's house, the visions almost died completely, I would still see them occasionally, but it was rare. My father, being in the R.A.F., got sent to a place called Brightwell-cum-Sotwell. This was an hour away from my mother's house. I would sleep in the attic room of that house, in the dark. They appeared again when I was there.
One of the legends describes a creature with a hood, am I right? I saw him, he was so close that I could almost touch him, though I dared not to. He danced over to me, knelt down by my bedside, and looked me in the eyes. There are many people that say they have glowing red eyes; they don't. Instead there are two darker, more dense looking, patches where eyes should be. After looking at me, he rose, put out an arm, touched the wall and was kind of, sucked into it, leaving only a flickering shadow. I awoke the next morning to find nothing. When two members of my family died (1st was 16/09/06...2nd was 28/09/08.) I saw them at the cremations. They stood at the back of the wall for no more than five seconds, just as the curtains closed. The hooded one was there too.
I have recently been delving into the world of mythology. Since then I have seen them, more often than ever.
Thank you for reading this. Please feel free to reply, I would love to hear from you. Oh, and this is not fake, you have my most solemn promise. Hokum Deadfall (yes it is a fake name, for security)
