Perhaps you have seen something tall, dark and hooded from the corner of your eye. It may have been watching you. You may have caught a glimpse of it directly and seen the glowing red eyes.
If you have ever experienced the shadow people before, you know that they watch but never interact. Why is this? You may have also noticed that they show up during times of unrest in your life or even alongside the presence of something malevolent. But are they the cause, or merely a symptom?
There’s a lot of theory surrounding them and not a lot of hard facts, but here are some theories:
The only thing that really matters is how they make you feel.
First of all, if you have any entity in your presence you can always double check if they’re good or not by asking yourself how they make you feel. You do not have to know what it is or justify your intuition in any way. If an entity makes you uneasy, you have the right to order them to go and they must obey. You can invoke the angels or any higher power you genuinely believe in and firmly state that they must leave. As long as you remember that, they might be able to scare the shit out of you, but they cannot harm you.
My ex-husband grew up in a house which I later rented from his parents (long story, we weren’t dating at the time). When I lived there with housemates, I had the same room that my Ex had grown up in. Something “lived” in that room (not sure if it can be called living) and I would feel it’s presence up in the far corner opposite the window and away from the door. At the same time, I also felt a presence outside the window and also in the bar area on the other side of the bedroom wall. It was creepy as fuck and I only stayed there for about 4 months before finding another place.
One night I was lying in bed with the lights on waiting for my then-boyfriend (different guy) to finish brushing his teeth when I felt something land on my foot at the end of the bed. It was so similar to my cat leaping up that when I looked, I expected to see him sitting there. Instead, there was nothing but an indent in the quilt.
A few nights later, my boyfriend was lying in bed with the lights on waiting for me to brush my teeth and had the same experience. He told me about his and then I told him about mine. Neither of us slept much that night.
Years later, talking to my ex-husband about his childhood home, I asked if it had been haunted. He went a little pale when I said that I had slept in the same room as him and felt a presence in those specific areas of the house. He described trying to sleep as a kid and watching something move up near the ceiling of that corner and not daring to take his eyes off it. He also told me about hearing marching and whispering late one night in the bar area at the back of the house (it shares a wall with the bedroom).
What surprised me the most was when he told me about playing in the back yard one day in broad daylight and coming around the corner to see a tall, dark, hooded figure with glowing red eyes standing outside of his bedroom window. In an instant it was gone, but that memory is seared into his mind.
In a similar way, when we bought our house most of the place was really positive, bright and happy, but the converted garage space was uncomfortable. We shared the house with some friends for the first year to help out with the mortgage and mostly lived there without incident of the supernatural kind.
One quiet sunny day I was sitting in the converted garage which we had set up as home office space, no one else at home except me. Out of nowhere someone signed right next to my left ear. I shot up out of my chair and stormed around the house looking for the asshole who had broken into my house, but I was completely alone. There wasn’t even any neighbors in the vicinity who I may have heard. At that point I freaked out and wouldn’t go back into the office until someone else was at home.
A few weeks later we all woke up around three in the morning because the TV was suddenly blasting at full volume in the living room. We got up, turned it off (which was hard because the remote had terrible range and we usually had to stand in front of the TV and point directly at the sensor to make it work). Everyone went back to bed and somewhat wrote it off as the cat stepping on the buttons. The next day we talked it over, confused as to how the cat could get the remote to work so easily when it took so much effort for us to turn the TV on, let alone raise the volume to maximum. My female housemate then said that she had heard someone sigh in the office when she was at home alone.
After the friends had moved out, we lived without incident for a while, although I still didn’t like using the office without my husband at home. He worked crazy long hours so I would often be home alone in the evenings and started noticing a tall, dark, hooded figure from the corner of my eye as I watched TV. It would stand in front of the doorway to our converted garage and watch me.
As if that wasn’t enough to put me on edge, I would sometimes come home after dark and see that the porch light (which I had been almost certain I turned on before I left) was switched off. My husband always left for work before me and got home a lot later so it wasn’t him (I made sure by asking) and no one else had keys to the house. Plus, why would anyone break into our house without a trace and switch off one light? It was very strange so I started taking note of turning it on before I left, checking that the light was working and then locking up behind me. After a week of double checking, sure enough I came home to that one light switched off. I stood on the driveway crying for about 5 minutes before I plucked up the courage to go inside my house.
The light incident repeated itself a few times.
The final straw was one morning I woke up when my ex-husband left for work and was trying to go back to sleep when I was thoroughly jolted awake again by someone yelling my name from the doorway… next to the light switch for the front porch.
As I had done before, I leapt up and went searching my house for any kind of intruder. As usual, there was no one there, and what’s more the voice was not unfamiliar to me; it was my mother’s voice. This thing could mimic real people.
After that I worked on cleansing the house and noticed a real shift in the energy (Cleansing Ritual here). I stopped being watched, the electronics were no longer being messed with, and I heard no more whispers or shouts from disembodied sources.
The biggest question is why was the Shadow being in our house in the first place?
Unfortunately that is a question I don’t have the answer to. There is nothing in the physical histories of either house to suggest why they would be haunted. They were both built in the 1980’s and occupied by relatively normal people with no incident of death on record.
What I do know from learning about my own psychic abilities and how this stuff works, is that the first house almost certainly has a portal in it. The haunted areas of the house are all clustered together in a distinct circle while the rest of the property has no such trouble.
I knew the people who rented the place after me and eventually I asked if they thought the house was haunted. The dad admitted that his son, who has the same bedroom I was in, has seen a one-eyed man in his room among other strange occurrences.
As for the house I bought with my ex, that also seemed to be localised at first around a particular doorway, but as the entity fed on my fear and grew stronger it spread to other areas of the house and became more active.
In terms of how other people have encountered them, I have heard that they can come through a Ouija board and will often identify themselves as either “zozo” or “mama” which are letters positioned at the opposite ends of the letting lines to one another. Basically, forming those names opens a portal through the lens of the planchette which they can use to cross over.
However they manage to cross over, they need some kind of portal to be opened by the living and this can happen in a variety of ways (check out the video above on how portals work).
In appearance they’re almost like an absence of light. They look like black static, or like a black hole in the shape of a man. This ties in with how I have experienced their energy; it sucks the life and joy out of you. They are feeding on the living and their favourite food is fear and misery.
I would never encourage anyone to interact with them under any circumstances.
If you have a problem with these entities, you can enlist the help of friends who believe you (don’t waste your time with people who don’t, they’ll just make you feel crazy and hopeless) or you can find a local medium service. The link to my cleansing ritual is above if you want to use it and you can also contact me through the Contact or Services sections of this site.