Shadow PeopleThis was THE most frightening experience I've ever had with spirits in my LIFE. My heart starts to race when I think about it, and I automatically become overwhelmed with emotions and memories.
First off, when I was younger, I lived in a not-so-loving environment. I was invisible to everyone, quiet, and I was just plain DIRTY. No one taught me to wash my hair, so I always had a greasy mop, and I wore clothes that were too small. What I'm trying to say is my current caretakers just didn't care.
Anywho, I remember one day being unusually quiet. I grew up with numerous spirits around me at all times, but that day there seemed none. Same with when I went to bed.
I awoke probably two or three hours after I had fallen asleep to an outer body experience. I was less than two feet away from my ceiling, floating above my body. Nearly as soon as I had awoken, I was sucked back into my body. I used to have OBEs a lot and wasn't really alarmed. When I was back in my body, I was staring up at the ceiling still, so I rolled over onto my side to sleep. As I turned, my vision had become total blackness. I slid away from the edge of my bed and looked up and around my room. All over were shadowpeople, standing everywhere in my room, some crouching next to furniture, some standing upside-down from the ceiling. One was standing directly next to my bed where my head had been. They all seemed to be staring at me. I knew they wouldn't go away unless I ignored them, so I pulled my blanket over my head and tried for sleep, but I could feel their... would one say 'eyes'? ... boring into me. I slowly pulled the blanket away from my eyes to have a look. They had all changed positions now, except for the one next to my bed. One was now standing at the end of my bed.
I knew I would never be able to sleep with these things. I would be forced to stay awake all night, watching these things stalk me. So, I took a risk. I sat up, wrapped my blanket around me, and ran out of my room and down the hall to my step-mom's room. I really didn't like her, but I was a child scared shitless, and I was gonna take what I could get. Saisha wasn't going to let me sleep in her room with her without a valid reason, and the spirits hadn't wanted me to tell anyone about them. But I begged and pleaded to no avail, until Saisha was forced to pick me up, kicking and screaming, carry me into my room, plop me down in the middle of the shadows only I could see, then shut the door and hold it shut as I screamed and screamed, trying to force the door open. Never before had I felt so scared, abandoned, and alone.
I finally forced myself to calm down. All the spirits were staring at me, but, they were different. Unless it was just me pitying myself, I thought I felt a slight sympathy from them instead of just cold nothingness. It was no consolation, however. I finally tried the door again. Saisha had returned to bed, and I asked her to tuck me in. She did, and I managed to fall asleep with the shadow things watching me.