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Figured I'd throw on the old prosthetic leg and make my way down into the basement to finally get off my duff and organize things and throw out what's not needed anymore. I'm generally used to paying attention to things in my peripheral vision. Got about half of the boxes sorted through and organized when I started noticing a shadowy figure in the freshly cleared corner wearing a hat just standing there.
Knowing stores of shadow people I just kept doing my organization and keeping it in the corner of my eye. Didn't seem to move any, was just standing there like it was observing. When I finished clearing things out this morning I made one final look around and the figure was no longer to be seen, not even in my peripheral vision.
It stayed there so long as I didn't look at it directly and it took me a while to finish up down there. Seems the stories are true, they disappear the moment you look at them. Never saw anything like that until this morning. No feelings of dread nor fear, just the usual, "Ugh, this has got to be done so let's just get it over with".
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't idly talking to it in a completely one sided conversation. I didn't get any response from it, not even a budge from its position. I was telling it about some of the misc junk I've collected, where I got it, why I originally had it, and that sort of thing. Like I had a little cleaning buddy.
Knowing stores of shadow people I just kept doing my organization and keeping it in the corner of my eye. Didn't seem to move any, was just standing there like it was observing. When I finished clearing things out this morning I made one final look around and the figure was no longer to be seen, not even in my peripheral vision.
It stayed there so long as I didn't look at it directly and it took me a while to finish up down there. Seems the stories are true, they disappear the moment you look at them. Never saw anything like that until this morning. No feelings of dread nor fear, just the usual, "Ugh, this has got to be done so let's just get it over with".
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't idly talking to it in a completely one sided conversation. I didn't get any response from it, not even a budge from its position. I was telling it about some of the misc junk I've collected, where I got it, why I originally had it, and that sort of thing. Like I had a little cleaning buddy.