Shadows of my Youth
Growing up spending a good amount of time in the woods up North, I used to see shadows peeking around trees. Some of these sightings were corroborated by a close friend, as he used to see shadows too. Sometimes these shadows felt ominous, but more often than not they felt neutral.
As I grew closer to my 20s I had mostly stopped seeing these shadows. But one early morning during a fairly tumultuous time in my life, I woke up in my bedroom at my parents to a full shadow person standing at the end of my bed. I'm not sure if it was my drowsiness or not but I didn't startle. In fact I thought perhaps my dad had come into my room for something. The presence felt calm, like some reassurance that things were going to be alright. I ended up drifting back to sleep and later when I woke up, still thinking it was my dad, I asked what he had come into my room for.
Being the skeptical man he is he said he hadn't been in my room and I must have been having a weird dream. Though I doubt that I was dreaming, I don't believe that he was lying because while I still lived at home, he had never once come into my room unannounced.
Now in my 30s I don't see shadows very often. If I do it's either in pieces, like feet standing just beyond balusters or shoulders and heads ducking behind walls.
