Shadow Beings in My House: What I Saw That No One Can Explain
Shadow Beings
The Child-Sized Void: Seeing The Physical Reality of a Shadow Person
I have seen these things in my house and they don’t have an easy explanation. I am not talking about the common questionable 'ghost' experience or a vague chill in a room. That's just ParaNorman in comparison (great film)—these are nasty. What was in my house was a physical presence. It had a solid density, intent. It had anatomy.
The Landing Figure: A Lesson in Mass
I was standing opposite the bedroom mirror next to the landing, everything was bright because the lights were on, and I copped a good eyeful of a shadow figure that run right past me. Before we get into it, it wasn't a shadow cast by some obscure object; it was a tangible figure defined by its own shape and motion. Yes, I saw flowing smoke-like dark strands waked behind, which, for a second, convincing me it was a kid in a dress or something.
You see, it certainly was the size of a child. It moved like one, ran past my door quickly. I can't stress the weight and it's actual presence enough. Then I realised how tendril-like those smoky things were.
It didn't just appear; it sprinted right past my door, and then it did something that defies every law of our reality: it ran directly through the solid wall that shapes my daughters room. It didn't impact, but silently passed through, no hesitation. I was totally dumbfounded, it wasn't a human. I was confused, it was very creepy and I couldn't deny what I had seen.
The Insect Mass: Evidence of Volume
The 'insects' in my bedroom provide another presentation of these shadow things. It's logical that people dismiss 'shadow bugs' or 'weirdness' in their visual periphery as a trick of the eye, even floaters on the cornea. Logic is the most valuable tool we have because, human beings aren't inherently logical. Regardless, I experienced this wall crawling mystery, I'm not blaming my eyes, my upbringing, diet or any film I might have watched. I lay there in bed, unable to sleep watching the plate-sized dark mass of what looked like bugs, tiny arachnids. 'Do spiders walk in groups? I'm sure they fucking don't.' I thought to myself, quite certain the things would disperse, or possibly end up on me or my wife. I started to psyche myself up to take action. Then the dark mass shrunk as if iy was fading into the wall.
A minute before I was convinced they had physical mass, and then, I watched them phase, and then crawl under a picture out of sight. This bug bulge didn’t pass through the glass like a light reflection might; it went behind the picture, not on the surface. I'm saying right into that physical gap between the wall and the frame. Arachnophobia was preventing me from inspecting under the frame. The swarm was explored our walls as their own crawlspace, hid behind our art presumably to avoid being seen.
My imagination raced. Stupid sci-fi-esque fringe research kept nagging at me: the existence of interdimensional parasites. No, these couldn't be anything like 'regular spiders', definitely not something outside casting a shadow inside the room, of course not, no. Outlandish theories of non-human life operating on out of reach frequencies plagued my sensible thinking—there was a sinister feeling. Threat. Of course they were 'hooking' into our physical world, I was bricking it, expecting more, maybe a shadow person would follow.
They were so black, my inductive reasoning adamant it was because they don't reflect photons; they absorb them! This is why I could see the child sized one in broad daylight. They aren't an absense of light; they eat light. I abrubtly broke my cycle of anxiety, got out of bed turned the light on, which woke up my better-half. She called me a 'twat' because I couldn't find the interdimensional shadow spiders behind her framed embroidery.
The Crazy Shit You Think
Why did they vanish when I sodding looked for them? There might have been an 'Observer Effect.' Peripheral vision is ancient and it detects motion, predators and Jehovas Witnesses! (Sorry) I've thought about these things for hours. Maybe, when you turn your head to focus on a shadow thing, your brain attempts to 'process' the entity into a solid, 3D object? Because the shadow person is resisting full actualisation, it 'de-actualizes' to avoid being caught in our reality's rigid laws? These things don't always disappear. To be honest, this stuff is not very healthy to think about really, is it?
Predatory Intent vs. Displaced Consciousness
There is a common theme online that shadow people are 'trapped' or 'lost.' I would say the opposite. A lost soul is diffuse; it's seeking a way back to some part of the world. The figure on my landing was intentional. It moved with proper real running speed despite the absence of a run-up. Small landing.
I've read researchers who suggest these child-sized entities are 'Negative Entities'—consciousness that is predatory rather than merely displaced and it's unnerving, but look, it's not like burglary or assault it's something else. They don't lurk in the darkness because they're afraid of light; they're in the most efficient space to watch us from. They prefer residential spaces over public ones, why? I'll tell you, it's because the home is a 'closed unit' of energy. These things feed on the kinetic and emotional output of the inhabitants, our landings and hallways are transit between places.
The Darkness
These sightings and presences in our house happened just before the torturous years of our daughter's mental illnesses, and great suffering. She almost died with weight loss, self injury, and she needed home education provision for which we had to fight. She was like a skeleton and at times, I was unsure if it was my daughter looking back at me. Of course, there was a shadow man her room, she told me. It took us a while but with love, laughter, endurance we beat it, she has a job, a partner and enjoys life.
The Verdict
The thing on my landing wasn’t a 'hole in reality' or a 'spook.' It was a physical intruder from somewhere I don't care to think about anymore. It didn't run into the wall because it was confused; it ran into the wall because my girl slept in there and I think it got to her.
If ever you see a plate-sized mass around on your wall or feel the the presence of something sinister in the dark, parts of your home, always look for a 'logical' explanation first, but if they all fail, you could be looking at a master of its environment. It isn't haunting the house. It’s inhabiting it. This is a time call on friends and loved ones to have a laugh, unite and enjoy one another. That's how you beat it. Never segregate away from love.
Shadow Beings
The Child-Sized Void: Seeing The Physical Reality of a Shadow Person
I have seen these things in my house and they don’t have an easy explanation. I am not talking about the common questionable 'ghost' experience or a vague chill in a room. That's just ParaNorman in comparison (great film)—these are nasty. What was in my house was a physical presence. It had a solid density, intent. It had anatomy.
The Landing Figure: A Lesson in Mass
I was standing opposite the bedroom mirror next to the landing, everything was bright because the lights were on, and I copped a good eyeful of a shadow figure that run right past me. Before we get into it, it wasn't a shadow cast by some obscure object; it was a tangible figure defined by its own shape and motion. Yes, I saw flowing smoke-like dark strands waked behind, which, for a second, convincing me it was a kid in a dress or something.
You see, it certainly was the size of a child. It moved like one, ran past my door quickly. I can't stress the weight and it's actual presence enough. Then I realised how tendril-like those smoky things were.
It didn't just appear; it sprinted right past my door, and then it did something that defies every law of our reality: it ran directly through the solid wall that shapes my daughters room. It didn't impact, but silently passed through, no hesitation. I was totally dumbfounded, it wasn't a human. I was confused, it was very creepy and I couldn't deny what I had seen.
The Insect Mass: Evidence of Volume
The 'insects' in my bedroom provide another presentation of these shadow things. It's logical that people dismiss 'shadow bugs' or 'weirdness' in their visual periphery as a trick of the eye, even floaters on the cornea. Logic is the most valuable tool we have because, human beings aren't inherently logical. Regardless, I experienced this wall crawling mystery, I'm not blaming my eyes, my upbringing, diet or any film I might have watched. I lay there in bed, unable to sleep watching the plate-sized dark mass of what looked like bugs, tiny arachnids. 'Do spiders walk in groups? I'm sure they fucking don't.' I thought to myself, quite certain the things would disperse, or possibly end up on me or my wife. I started to psyche myself up to take action. Then the dark mass shrunk as if iy was fading into the wall.
A minute before I was convinced they had physical mass, and then, I watched them phase, and then crawl under a picture out of sight. This bug bulge didn’t pass through the glass like a light reflection might; it went behind the picture, not on the surface. I'm saying right into that physical gap between the wall and the frame. Arachnophobia was preventing me from inspecting under the frame. The swarm was explored our walls as their own crawlspace, hid behind our art presumably to avoid being seen.
My imagination raced. Stupid sci-fi-esque fringe research kept nagging at me: the existence of interdimensional parasites. No, these couldn't be anything like 'regular spiders', definitely not something outside casting a shadow inside the room, of course not, no. Outlandish theories of non-human life operating on out of reach frequencies plagued my sensible thinking—there was a sinister feeling. Threat. Of course they were 'hooking' into our physical world, I was bricking it, expecting more, maybe a shadow person would follow.
They were so black, my inductive reasoning adamant it was because they don't reflect photons; they absorb them! This is why I could see the child sized one in broad daylight. They aren't an absense of light; they eat light. I abrubtly broke my cycle of anxiety, got out of bed turned the light on, which woke up my better-half. She called me a 'twat' because I couldn't find the interdimensional shadow spiders behind her framed embroidery.
The Crazy Shit You Think
Why did they vanish when I sodding looked for them? There might have been an 'Observer Effect.' Peripheral vision is ancient and it detects motion, predators and Jehovas Witnesses! (Sorry) I've thought about these things for hours. Maybe, when you turn your head to focus on a shadow thing, your brain attempts to 'process' the entity into a solid, 3D object? Because the shadow person is resisting full actualisation, it 'de-actualizes' to avoid being caught in our reality's rigid laws? These things don't always disappear. To be honest, this stuff is not very healthy to think about really, is it?
Predatory Intent vs. Displaced Consciousness
There is a common theme online that shadow people are 'trapped' or 'lost.' I would say the opposite. A lost soul is diffuse; it's seeking a way back to some part of the world. The figure on my landing was intentional. It moved with proper real running speed despite the absence of a run-up. Small landing.
I've read researchers who suggest these child-sized entities are 'Negative Entities'—consciousness that is predatory rather than merely displaced and it's unnerving, but look, it's not like burglary or assault it's something else. They don't lurk in the darkness because they're afraid of light; they're in the most efficient space to watch us from. They prefer residential spaces over public ones, why? I'll tell you, it's because the home is a 'closed unit' of energy. These things feed on the kinetic and emotional output of the inhabitants, our landings and hallways are transit between places.
The Darkness
These sightings and presences in our house happened just before the torturous years of our daughter's mental illnesses, and great suffering. She almost died with weight loss, self injury, and she needed home education provision for which we had to fight. She was like a skeleton and at times, I was unsure if it was my daughter looking back at me. Of course, there was a shadow man her room, she told me. It took us a while but with love, laughter, endurance we beat it, she has a job, a partner and enjoys life.
The Verdict
The thing on my landing wasn’t a 'hole in reality' or a 'spook.' It was a physical intruder from somewhere I don't care to think about anymore. It didn't run into the wall because it was confused; it ran into the wall because my girl slept in there and I think it got to her.
If ever you see a plate-sized mass around on your wall or feel the the presence of something sinister in the dark, parts of your home, always look for a 'logical' explanation first, but if they all fail, you could be looking at a master of its environment. It isn't haunting the house. It’s inhabiting it. This is a time call on friends and loved ones to have a laugh, unite and enjoy one another. That's how you beat it. Never segregate away from love.
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