From: Email Brooklyn
Sent: Sunday, November 3, 2019 8:28 AM
To: The Official Shadow People Archives
Subject: My experience
Hello everybody,
Here I am going to go over my experience with a shadow person and also a couple theories that I have regarding them. First, a little back story.
At the time I had been in an extremely negative place in my life. My mother had just kicked me out with nowhere to go and wouldn't let me take any of my belongings with me. When I left, I went to a friend, Kalli’s trailer a couple miles away.
My friend began renting this trailer from her grandmother. Previous to the rest of her family moving out, her brother had been staying in a room there, doing a ton of meth. That was pretty obvious when you entered the room. It had words written in sharpie covering every inch of the walls. Various things such as graffiti and rap lyrics. You could still feel the energy left there.
Kalli also had been up to some bad stuff. Heroin had started making its way into town and she was a victim to it. Her bedroom was at the southernmost point of the trailer home. Another friend, Maddi was a roommate who stayed in the northernmost point. Directly in the middle was the living room, and closest to Maddi’s room was the kitchen with a dining room table and chairs set up in it.
We had all hung out that day with nothing particularly interesting happening. We watched True Blood on DVD and we were all sober from anything. When it came to the time that everyone went to sleep, I crashed out on the couch. I was laying on my back and facing the kitchen. At the foot of the couch closest to my feet was a small bar that came off the counter with a microwave set up on it, this will be important.
After all the drama and negativity of the day, I was sleeping great, probably dead in the middle of the REM state. All of a sudden something struck me like lighting, and I shot wide awake, more awake than I've ever felt when you first wake up. I began to look around the room with my eyes when I realized I couldn't move at all. I was in a deep sleep paralysis but didn't know what that was at the time. I could see an old alarm clock with those big red numbers on the face reading 3:00. I really was not panicking at all at this point, just thought it was weird I couldn't even move a finger. Suddenly, a figure walks out of Maddi’s bedroom. Without moving its head to look at the obstacles it had to get around, it slowly and particularly moved around the kitchen table. At this point I was thinking to myself "oh there's Maddi, maybe I can get her attention somehow and get her to try and shake my body so that I could move again.
The figure walked around the kitchen table like it had done it a million times before. It came to a stop at the bar that was at the foot of the couch. Me, being a reasonable agnostic, was wondering why in the hell Maddi would wake up and stand and stare at the microwave at 3 in the morning? Light was shining in from outside lamps on each side of the kitchen. After staring at the figure for a moment, I realized it wasn't Maddi. She was about 5'2, and the figure was about 7 ft tall. Like someone flipped a switch, I could feel the draining negativity so many people report. Like a dementor on Harry Potter sucking my soul out. The terror was unexplainable and uncapturable under any other worldly circumstance.
He just stood there, slowly turning his head to the left and right. He was one of the tall slim ones without a hat. He was blacker than black. At this point I realized that he was the reason I was paralyzed and I couldn't do anything. It was like being tranquilized while fully awake and tossed into a lion’s den. I was at his control and that's what scared me the most.
After what felt like an eternity, he turned around. The worst part was that even though he turned around, he still kept his head directed towards me, staring. Effortlessly he moved around the obstacles without having to look again. The moment, and I mean the very second, he entered Maddi’s room and was no longer visible, I could move again. I grabbed my blanket and pillow and ran into Kalli's room and hopped onto her bed. I told her what happened very hysterically. She just laughed and told me it was just a bad dream no matter how much I insisted it wasn't. I went to sleep eventually when the sun started to rise again.
Since then my encounters have only been with sleep paralysis, the shadow man has not made himself visible again. I could feel his presence sometimes when paralyzed and others not. There are only a few routes of explanation that we can understand at this point. After loads of research, its either an interdimensional being or it is an outward projection of our inner shadow. If you're reading this and are not familiar with Carl Jung's idea of the shadow archetype, I would read up on it. I've almost convinced myself that that is what it was. The only thing that keeps me skeptic is how so many different people report seeing the hat man. That doesn't seem like something that every person's brain would just make up, and doesn't seem like it would have an evolutionary purpose.
I have done extensive research and am very grateful for this website. I do apologize for my long run on paragraphs. I would like for this to be published, and would like anybody that wishes to contact me with their experiences to email me at bmcook6240@gmail.com. I think the reason we haven't found our answers yet is because we are all focusing on our experience with the shadow people. Nobody has looked to see common denominators in the lives of those affected. I've been thinking about writing a book on this matter. It has been five years since this incident and I'm still afraid to go to sleep.
Thanks for your time.
