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I would like to preface what I am about to say by first explaining that, as far as I know, I had not heard of Shadowmen before two years ago.
It was in 2014, in the summer time, I was suffering from an allergy attack which lasted into the early morning hours. At some time past midnight, I went downstairs and got a glass of iced herbal tea, flicking on the lights in the rooms on the way to the kitchen. I stopped for a moment in the kitchen to clear up things and put away a few dishes, then turned off the kitchen light and walked back the way I had come, switching off lights again as I went. When I reached the staircase to the upstairs, I set the glass down on a hall table, and in doing so, happened to glance back at the darkened kitchen and saw what appeared to be a blacker shadow in the blackness beside the refrigerator. I didn't think much of it and was about to turn away, when suddenly, it moved. The outline of a large man in a long raincoat and hat, with his head bent so that his face could not be seen, was just visible and growing darker and more detailed by the minute. In fact, his entire figure was bent as if he was laboring under a heavy burden. Just as I registered these details, I realized with growing dread that this ' uninvited guest' was moving with a horrible shuffling and lurching gait toward me.
Forgetting all about the glass of tea, I flew up the stairs and into the bedroom and pulled the bedspread over my head, feeling like a ridiculous ostrich since hiding under the bedspread is not much of a defense against an intruder. It was then that a strange voice -- the voice of a woman -- spoke in the darkness saying, 'Don't be afraid. He is too broken to hurt you now.'
And then, I awoke. I was alone in the house, and the house was silent.
Apparently, it had been only a dream. Since I had been experiencing similar dreams for years, I began reading about ghosts and paranormal encounters and came across various stories about the Shadowman or Hatman.
It was in 2014, in the summer time, I was suffering from an allergy attack which lasted into the early morning hours. At some time past midnight, I went downstairs and got a glass of iced herbal tea, flicking on the lights in the rooms on the way to the kitchen. I stopped for a moment in the kitchen to clear up things and put away a few dishes, then turned off the kitchen light and walked back the way I had come, switching off lights again as I went. When I reached the staircase to the upstairs, I set the glass down on a hall table, and in doing so, happened to glance back at the darkened kitchen and saw what appeared to be a blacker shadow in the blackness beside the refrigerator. I didn't think much of it and was about to turn away, when suddenly, it moved. The outline of a large man in a long raincoat and hat, with his head bent so that his face could not be seen, was just visible and growing darker and more detailed by the minute. In fact, his entire figure was bent as if he was laboring under a heavy burden. Just as I registered these details, I realized with growing dread that this ' uninvited guest' was moving with a horrible shuffling and lurching gait toward me.
Forgetting all about the glass of tea, I flew up the stairs and into the bedroom and pulled the bedspread over my head, feeling like a ridiculous ostrich since hiding under the bedspread is not much of a defense against an intruder. It was then that a strange voice -- the voice of a woman -- spoke in the darkness saying, 'Don't be afraid. He is too broken to hurt you now.'
And then, I awoke. I was alone in the house, and the house was silent.
Apparently, it had been only a dream. Since I had been experiencing similar dreams for years, I began reading about ghosts and paranormal encounters and came across various stories about the Shadowman or Hatman.
