There is a hotly debated topic within the ranks of paranormal enthusiasts regarding who or what “shadow people” are. Some believe they appear as a warning or to bring some sort of message, while others contend that they are evil entities.
Descriptions of these “shadow people” vary, with the most frequent encounters or sightings being described as a man with a fedora-style hat or a frightening hooded figure.
Experiences and interactions also vary widely, with some claiming to have been attacked by a shadow figure (pressing or sitting on chest, choking), while others have found their encounters to be unsettling but not dangerous. It could be that different types of shadow people serve a particular purpose, such as guardian, harbinger, negative force, disembodied spirit or ghost, etc…
I have seen, on many occassions, a shadow man in my home. He looks nothing like “hat man” or the hooded figure. He looks like a normal man, but a very dark and shadowy one. He isn’t frightening, except when he suddenly shows up in a dark corner of the house. He isn’t negative or destructive. He just “is.”
However, I have had an encounter with “Hat Man” that I will never forget.
In 2002 I was living in England with my British husband. At the time my sister back here in the United States was diagnosed with breast cancer. We couldn’t afford the costs for me to fly back home, so on the day of her surgery (early evening in UK time) all I could do was wait restlessly for a phone call to update me. About 7:00 pm UK time (11:00 am California time) I decided to try and take a nap. I went upstairs to my bedroom and closed the curtains, leaving the room in a gray semi-darkness. I tossed and turned and could not fall off to sleep. I flopped over from my right side to my left, and for some reason opened my eyes and looked towards the bedroom door. Through the gray gloom I was startled to see a tall black figure, dressed in a long coat and fedora hat, staring back at me from the corner near the door. I closed my eyes and opened them again. It was still there. Almost instantly a feeling of fear for my sister washed over me. I yelled for my husband, who came running in from the den next door. I told him what I had seen and then what I was feeling. He didn’t laugh or say I was seeing things. Instead, he agreed that I needed to phone the hospital.
I reached for the phone and called the main desk of the hospital, who put me through to the floor where the operating room was located. I was surprised when the nurse at the desk told me she was putting me straight through to the operating room. I have never known this to be done before. An operating room nurse answered my call. In the background I could hear a lot of activity going on, but couldn’t make out any of the words. The nurse informed me that my sister had come through her surgery and was doing okay. I breathed a sigh of relief, thanked her for the information and ended the call. I knew that my sister’s husband, my parents, my brother and his wife were all at the hospital so instead of hanging up the phone I decided to phone my brother to let him know that I had spoken directly with one of the operating room nurses. My brother answered his cell phone and just as I finished telling him that she had come through the surgery the doctor entered the family waiting room to inform the family that my sister had gone into anaphylactic shock and had died on the operating table. They managed to revive her but her chances of pulling through were very slim, and they didn’t expect her to live through the night. The anaphylactic shock was caused by the contrast dye they had used to mark the cancer in her breasts. Contrary to what the nurse had told me, she had not come through her surgery, because they were not even able to perform the surgery. If she lived she would have to go back in for surgery without the use of contrast dye to help guide the doctor. I fully believe that the “Shadow Man” in my room was bringing me a message that I needed to call the hospital.
I am happy to say that my sister did pull through and a few weeks later had her surgery. She has been cancer-free for 14 years now.
The one question that I ask myself is this…why did I phone the hospital for an update on my sister? Why didn’t I just phone my family in the first place, as I normally would have done? Why was I put through directly to the operating room, something that is not common practice? Why did the nurse tell me everything was fine, when in fact all the activity I heard going on in the operating room was the sound of doctors and nurses trying to bring my sister back to life. Who knows. Maybe in some way the spirit or soul of my sister heard my voice on the other end of the phone and it helped to bring her back. If I hadn’t seen the “Shadow Man” I may not have made that call.
Have you experienced an encounter with a “Shadow Person?” If so, please share with us in the comments section.