My first paranormal experience happened when I was around seven or eight years old. My Mom and Dad took my maternal grandmother and went to Atlantic City for the weekend and my paternal grandmother came to stay with my brother and me at our home in Bowie, MD.

When getting ready for bed I asked to sleep with my radio on, which my grandmother didn't see any point in my doing. As it was something my parents were ok with, we made a deal that it would stay on until my pop got down there from bowling league and then he would turn it off. I went to bed and thought nothing more about it.

Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up and saw a tall, dark male figure standing in front of my dresser - the radio turned off and I rolled over and went back to sleep.

The next morning after getting up I asked where pop was, and my grandma commented that he was too tired and stayed up in Baltimore rather than driving down for the evening. I responded that wasn't possible, because he turned off my radio, and she asked what I meant. After explaining what I saw the night before, she had my brother and me pack a bag and we spent the rest of the weekend at her house.

To the best of my memory, that was the last time she ever spent the night at that house. She also wouldn't stay there by herself after dark because there were "weird" things that would happen there.

That wasn't the only strange experience I had in that house, but that has been the only time I've ever seen a shadow person (or what I believe was a shadow person).

(Edited to correct spelling)

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The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.
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