Shadow People (Book Excerpt)


shadow people wikiThis is a book excerpt from my book Diary of a Gay Nerd which you can read for free if you have a Kindle and Kindle Unlimited and/or Amazon Prime. Instead of opening my book and searching for the paragraphs, I’m just going to type it all out from memory. The reason I’m doing this is because this memory is haunting me (pun intended) and the only way to shut it up is to write about it.

When I was 7 years old, I saw my first shadow person. We were living in Sepulveda which is part of Los Angeles at the time on Orion Street. We had just moved to a new apartment building and I had my own room. Unpacking my toys was very stressful for me because of the way my step father treated me. He had set up my bed and put my bedside tables in place, and I grabbed a telephone out of one of the boxes, it was a real telephone, but it didn’t work which is why they gave it to me as a toy. My step father picked up the telephone and threw it across the room and yelled at me and hit me.

I think a week or 2, maybe longer had passed and my sister and cousin Tabby were in my sister’s bedroom playing, when one of my sister’s dolls was thrown under the bed. My memory of this event is as clear as day. I can remember it as if it had just happened yesterday. The doll flung out from under the bed and it was thrown at us, at which point we all screamed like girls, well, to be fair my sister and Tabby were girls lol, and we ran to the living room to report the strange activity that had just happened, and the adults told us that it’s just our imagination and to go back to playing.

This is not something someone forgets. Shortly after I published my book I told Tabby about it and she had no memory of that. Well, I certainly do.

I forget how much time had gone by, but I was sleeping in my bed one night and I woke up in the middle of the night around 3amish. I felt like I was woken up. When I opened my eyes I could see a person standing at the foot of my bed, but it wasn’t a person, it was just a dark shadow figure of a person. When I say a dark shadow figure of a person, I’m talking head, torso, arms and legs. I had never seen that before, and it scared me. The next day we went to school and we were in the cafeteria eating lunch and the Principal came into the cafeteria shouting SILENCIO SILENCIO and she called my and my sister’s names and we both had a feeling of dread, like we were in trouble for something, and the other kids thought so too because they were oohing. We saw our mother, and she pulled us out of school because her mother, our grandmother had passed away in the middle of the night.

Coincidence? Could it be that my grandmother had passed away in the middle of the night, then she came to see us kids to let us know? Or maybe just to watch over us? I am curious to know if that’s what I saw. I don’t recall seeing this shadow person too often in that apartment building. Perhaps selective memory? I don’t know. What I do know is there was something in that apartment and I was afraid to go into my sister’s bedroom.

We moved to another apartment building in Van Nuys, California on Sherman Way. We lived in one of the apartments for several months, maybe longer, then we switched to the Manager’s apartment because my step father became manager of the apartment building. It wasn’t too long after we changed apartments when I think my great-grandmother passed away. I don’t think we were pulled out of school for this because I honestly have no memory of her passing. I don’t know the timeline. I’m just guessing because I started seeing 2 shadow people in front of the closet in our new apartment. Again with the timeline, I’m not sure how long we were there before I started seeing them, I just remember it was 2 this time, and they were there every night for months, maybe even a year. Every night I woke up at around 3amish and they were standing in front of the closet and every time I saw them, my body froze solid from fear. I could move my head and eyes just enough to look to see if they were still there, and I would close my eyes and hope they would go away, and sometimes they did, and then I was able to go back to sleep.

I’ve been told that I imagined the shadow people because shadow people don’t exist. Well, check out the Wikipedia article on Shadow People that says they do exist. Here is one paragraph from that article that makes me curious.

Although participants in online discussion forums devoted to paranormal and supernatural topics describe them as menacing, other believers and paranormal authors do not agree whether shadow people are either evil, helpful, or neutral, and some even speculate that shadow people may be the extra-dimensional inhabitants of another universe.

Believers and authors do not agree whether shadow people are either evil, helpful or neutral. Hmmm… When I told my mother about them she didn’t believe me at first. One night I told her I was so scared and I didn’t want to sleep in my room anymore. I asked if I could sleep on the couch and she told me absolutely not, under no circumstances am I allowed to sleep on the couch, but that night I woke up like clockwork at 3amish and there they were, and I had the courage to get up and run to the door and I opened the door and closed it and I ran to the safety of the couch where I fell asleep. My mother woke me up the next morning and told me that I wasn’t allowed to sleep on the couch and I told her I was so scared from the shadow people that I needed to get out of that room.

You have no idea what a child is going through if you are not also having the same experiences. There’s a saying about walking a mile in a person’s shoe, well, some people are so close minded that they are not willing to walk a mile in your shoe, nor are they willing to believe you.

Finally I think either my mother started to believe me, or that’s what she wanted me to think because she told me she believed me and that if I wanted the shadow people to go away to say the Lord’s Prayer and they will go away. That night I said it from what I could recall of the Lord’s Prayer, and I never saw them again… in that apartment building.

I believe it was in 1982 that we moved to Bakersfield to manage another apartment building. I didn’t have any sightings of spirits or shadow people for a long time. Well, let’s just say I wasn’t woken up from a dead sleep at 3amish until after we saw a movie called E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial. After that movie came out I was woken out of a dead sleep and I looked at the clock and it was 3am. My heart sank in my chest because I knew that something was coming to visit me again. If my grandmother’s passing brought a shadow person, then my great-grandmother’s passing brought 2 shadow people, then who died and how many shadow people will I start seeing from now on? Well… the answer will surprise you. I didn’t see any shadow figures at all, instead I saw something a little more comical. I saw E.T. himself standing in the doorway of our bedroom. The door was open and I could see into the hallway and there he was staring at me with a lit cigarette. Every time he took a drag from the cigarette I could see the red light pulse from inhaling from the cigarette.

OK, now that sounds like I’ve gone crackers, doesn’t it? I actually didn’t feel threatened, probably because it was E.T. E FRIGGIN T! How could anyone be afraid of E.T.? So I went back to sleep and never saw another shadow figure nor figure from a movie (lol) ever again.

The shadow people were gone, but I think because when you get older you stop believing in such things, but since I had such a strong memory of “such things”, I knew I would never forget. I have seen spirits here and there, I even started seeing auras for awhile, but that’s another blog post.

I shared my memories of the shadow people in my book because like it or not, it’s part of my story. People can say they don’t believe me, and that’s fine, I’m not asking anyone to believe anything I say in my book. You have your own beliefs and I respect that, so respect my beliefs. These are just my experiences.

Ghost Sitting on My Bed


Some people believe in ghosts, and other’s don’t, so it’s a iffy subject with some people. I wrote about my encounters with some spirits in my childhood; ghosts, dark shadows of people watching over me, or Shadow People as they are known to be called. I knew that if I mentioned the ghosts, people would probably not take my book seriously, but I didn’t care because it happened to me as a child and I honestly don’t care if anyone believes me or not.

I’ve blogged about the ghost cat experience I’ve had in the last 15 years. When we lived in the little house next door (our rental) I slept on the couch and always felt a cat jump up on the couch and walk over to me. I’d open my eyes and nothing was there. We actually had a cat at the time, so I knew the pressure from a cat jumping up on the couch and walking around, so it was strange to feel it, but see nothing. When we moved to the big house on the property, I would feel the cat jump on my bed nearly every night. It hasn’t happened since we got the new mattress though, but we still have the same box spring.

The night before last night I was laying in my bed, and it felt like someone sitting on the edge of my bed. I could literally feel the bed being pressed down, and it wasn’t just a small area, and it wasn’t just pressed down a little like someone using their hand, it felt like someone sitting down. I could feel it because my leg was right there. My leg was touching the part of the bed that was sat on, so basically they were laying on my leg, and I also felt some pressure on my leg.

When I was a kid and I saw a spirit, I would get so scared that I would stiffen up and I felt paralyzed. Well, I don’t feel scared anymore when I have contact with a ghost, but this time I started having that paralyzed feeling. I did open my eyes and look and nothing was there, so I just closed my eyes and I actually fell asleep.

The spirits don’t bother me, so I don’t feel like they are evil or like they are going to do something bad to me. I honestly don’t even know if they are residual or actual ghosts. Who knows for sure why this is happening, but it is happening. It’s not a nightly thing, that I know of. I mean for all I know it could happen every night at the same time, but I don’t know because I’m either asleep when it happens, or it’s another night that I’m still sitting at the computer looking at Facebook or playing video games. But I do know when it happens and it is slightly spooky.

Who is this alleged spirit? Is it my mother? Is it Chip’s mother? Or perhaps his father or step father, or his step father’s first wife? They all lived in this house and used this room at one point, so these are valid options. Sorry, not my mom, she never lived here lol. Whoever it is, do they know I’m laying there? Are they sitting on the edge of the bed for a reason? Oh god, I just had a spooky thought. What if they decided to lay down, like where I was laying! I think I would jump out of my skin and run into the living room and hope my skin catches up with me if that ever happened lol.

So what do you think? Please comment.