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Shadow people

What I'm about to share I've only shared with a handful of people in my life. I'm fully aware of how crazy this will sound but I need to vent because I'm rather unnerved.

I will attempt to explain in as much detail as I can. Some I can only describe through the eyes of a child, so keep that in mind.

Have any of you ever heard of shadow people? I'm not talking about some tweakers hallucinations. My whole childhood is filled with memories of what I used to call the devil. Most of my life I've had this constant companion that always remains in the shadows. I'd only know it there because you could "feel" it. It emanates a feeling of evil(for lack of better wording). You could feel what direction it was. It almost always remained behind me. Only twice have I actually seen it. Both times were as a child. Once when I was about 7 years and once somewhere around 10 or 11 years. The second time I saw it I wasn't the only one. My sister's used to get scared at night, come into my room and crawl into my bed. On this particular night we all woke at the same time and saw this stocky dark figure standing at the door of my bed with it's arms crossed. It had glowing red eyes. We covered our heads and remained still, too scared to move or speak. We never spoke about this to one another until one of those sisters and I were at a party as adults(18+19ish) where everyone was sharing ghost stories. Up to this point I could still convince myself it was a dream or imagination. But after realizing it couldn't be a dream because she remembered seeing it as well. Despite only seeing it twice I would feel it's presence daily. It was a constant companion. I hated the dark. It was always just out of sight. The closer it was the more intense the feelings. When I was about 22 I hit the beginning of the worse era of my life. I won't get into full details. I lost a wife and child that were my world. I went into a serious downward spiral that lasted the rest of my 20s. Shortly after this tragedy happened I was walking down a dark street about 1030 pm and that feeling came upon me from my shadowy stalker friend. It caught me in the wrong mood. I turned toward where I could feel it and began screaming at it. "I'm done running from you! If you want me so fucking badly come take me! Enter me, take me, do whatever just leave me the fuck alone!" That was the day it disappeared. After this I gave up on life. I began getting drunk and high off whatever I could get my hands on. I used to say if it can be smoked, snorted or swallowed I've most likely done it. I don't like needles, doctors, or hospitals due to being run over at 3 and being in a body cast for the better part of a year. Thankfully this is why I drew the line at needles. It was also at this time that I was hit with major wanderlust, or maybe it was me running from the area and my pain. I moved all over the US, never staying in one place for more than 3 months or so. I became a jack of all trades, a master at none. I picked up whatever work I could quickly get until I had to move to get away from myself. I never left any location with more than a backpack. I couldn't let myself succeed. Self hatred and suicidal thoughts were my only companions. I couldn't begin to tell you how many drunken nights I had a loaded gun in my mouth. Obviously, I never had the courage to pull the trigger. I was afraid I wouldn't do it right and would wind up as an invalid. Eventually an extremely caring and patient angel made her way into my life and saw something in the broken man I'd become. She stubbornly refused to be pushed away and held my pieces together when I simply wanted her to leave me alone. I don't know how or why, but she put me back together better than before. We are currently happily married. I know I've digressed from my main focal point but I feel I needed to add some details to tie the beginning of this story to the end. In all my dark years not once was that presence felt. I'd assumed it was gone. Until recently.... My wife woke one night about a year ago. She rolled over to cuddle and fall back asleep but froze. Standing over me on my side of the bed was this dark stocky figure with crossed arms and glowing red eyes. She was so scared she covered her head and began praying. A few minutes later she uncovered her head and it was gone. Since then I can feel the presence again. Not as strongly as before, but it's there in the shadows at night. Always watching. On a possibly linked separate note, over the last few years both my wife and one of my daughters have had episodes of sleep paralysis where they wake up, can't move, and see something in the room. This brings me to a few days ago when I ran across others speaking about shadow people while I was researching more occult stuff. I'd never given it the time before. These people were discussing what they looked like and I froze. They gave detailed descriptions of what I've experienced. Down to the short, stocky dark figure with crossed arms and glowing red eyes. So now I'm rather freaked out and just needing to vent while I sip on my coffee. Have any of you experienced what I've explained?

I've always had sleeping issues. Trouble falling asleep and trouble staying asleep. All males in my family suffer this curse, averaging 4-5 hours of sleep. I consistently wake ay 3am and 330 am. Like seriously, exactly those times. In recent years it's only become exacerbated. I'm now beginning to wonder if it's a familial curse.

Debated putting this in the occult sub. Still not sure it shouldn't be there.

Edit: fixed some spelling and grammar

What I'm about to share I've only shared with a handful of people in my life. I'm fully aware of how crazy this will sound but I need to vent because I'm rather unnerved. I will attempt to explain in as much detail as I can. Some I can only describe through the eyes of a child, so keep that in mind. Have any of you ever heard of shadow people? I'm not talking about some tweakers hallucinations. My whole childhood is filled with memories of what I used to call the devil. Most of my life I've had this constant companion that always remains in the shadows. I'd only know it there because you could "feel" it. It emanates a feeling of evil(for lack of better wording). You could feel what direction it was. It almost always remained behind me. Only twice have I actually seen it. Both times were as a child. Once when I was about 7 years and once somewhere around 10 or 11 years. The second time I saw it I wasn't the only one. My sister's used to get scared at night, come into my room and crawl into my bed. On this particular night we all woke at the same time and saw this stocky dark figure standing at the door of my bed with it's arms crossed. It had glowing red eyes. We covered our heads and remained still, too scared to move or speak. We never spoke about this to one another until one of those sisters and I were at a party as adults(18+19ish) where everyone was sharing ghost stories. Up to this point I could still convince myself it was a dream or imagination. But after realizing it couldn't be a dream because she remembered seeing it as well. Despite only seeing it twice I would feel it's presence daily. It was a constant companion. I hated the dark. It was always just out of sight. The closer it was the more intense the feelings. When I was about 22 I hit the beginning of the worse era of my life. I won't get into full details. I lost a wife and child that were my world. I went into a serious downward spiral that lasted the rest of my 20s. Shortly after this tragedy happened I was walking down a dark street about 1030 pm and that feeling came upon me from my shadowy stalker friend. It caught me in the wrong mood. I turned toward where I could feel it and began screaming at it. "I'm done running from you! If you want me so fucking badly come take me! Enter me, take me, do whatever just leave me the fuck alone!" That was the day it disappeared. After this I gave up on life. I began getting drunk and high off whatever I could get my hands on. I used to say if it can be smoked, snorted or swallowed I've most likely done it. I don't like needles, doctors, or hospitals due to being run over at 3 and being in a body cast for the better part of a year. Thankfully this is why I drew the line at needles. It was also at this time that I was hit with major wanderlust, or maybe it was me running from the area and my pain. I moved all over the US, never staying in one place for more than 3 months or so. I became a jack of all trades, a master at none. I picked up whatever work I could quickly get until I had to move to get away from myself. I never left any location with more than a backpack. I couldn't let myself succeed. Self hatred and suicidal thoughts were my only companions. I couldn't begin to tell you how many drunken nights I had a loaded gun in my mouth. Obviously, I never had the courage to pull the trigger. I was afraid I wouldn't do it right and would wind up as an invalid. Eventually an extremely caring and patient angel made her way into my life and saw something in the broken man I'd become. She stubbornly refused to be pushed away and held my pieces together when I simply wanted her to leave me alone. I don't know how or why, but she put me back together better than before. We are currently happily married. I know I've digressed from my main focal point but I feel I needed to add some details to tie the beginning of this story to the end. In all my dark years not once was that presence felt. I'd assumed it was gone. Until recently.... My wife woke one night about a year ago. She rolled over to cuddle and fall back asleep but froze. Standing over me on my side of the bed was this dark stocky figure with crossed arms and glowing red eyes. She was so scared she covered her head and began praying. A few minutes later she uncovered her head and it was gone. Since then I can feel the presence again. Not as strongly as before, but it's there in the shadows at night. Always watching. On a possibly linked separate note, over the last few years both my wife and one of my daughters have had episodes of sleep paralysis where they wake up, can't move, and see something in the room. This brings me to a few days ago when I ran across others speaking about shadow people while I was researching more occult stuff. I'd never given it the time before. These people were discussing what they looked like and I froze. They gave detailed descriptions of what I've experienced. Down to the short, stocky dark figure with crossed arms and glowing red eyes. So now I'm rather freaked out and just needing to vent while I sip on my coffee. Have any of you experienced what I've explained? I've always had sleeping issues. Trouble falling asleep and trouble staying asleep. All males in my family suffer this curse, averaging 4-5 hours of sleep. I consistently wake ay 3am and 330 am. Like seriously, exactly those times. In recent years it's only become exacerbated. I'm now beginning to wonder if it's a familial curse. Debated putting this in the occult sub. Still not sure it shouldn't be there. Edit: fixed some spelling and grammar

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[–] • 15 pts

Next time it is there speak the name Jesus Christ in prayer and see what happens next.

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The feeling or presence immediately disappears.

When you command in Jesus name that it exits the house.

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When I was in my early twenties, I dated a girl who told me that sometimes a man watched her while she slept.

I didn't think too much of it, and dismissed it in passing, thinking to myself

Bitches be crazy

But one time we decided to go away for the weekend together, to her parents "mountain house", which was neither on a mountain, or really even a house. It was more of a small cinder block cottage on a slightly inclined plane. But it was in the Poconos, and there was a lot of kayaking and fishing in the area, and a lot of liquor to be drunk and meat to be grilled.

Her parents, particularly her mother, were devout Catholics. The amount of Saints and Iconography on the walls of that cottage was borderline disturbing, particularly in the master bedroom. We had the place to ourselves, and were planning on banging a lot, so we decided to stay in the kids room, which didn't have eight or nine bloody Jesus's staring down at us from the walls in judgement of our sin.

The kids room had two twin beds on opposite walls, with a TV in the middle. We decided on the bed we were going to share, and got to drinking.

Although this place wasn't exactly in the middle of nowhere, the nearest neighboring house wasn't within sight, and when it got dark outside, it got really dark. When you looked outside a window, you couldn't see anything except a big empty window pane of blackness.

We watched Elf, starring Will Farrell. It was a great movie. I was kinda skeptical going into it, but I thoroughly enjoyed it and would recommend you watch it as well if you get the chance.

We went to sleep on that one twin bed, together, but I have to admit everything about the place was kind of creepy. My back was against the wall, and I was spooning my girlfriend as we both drifted off to sleep together, and I just looked at the bed across from us, and the window pane above it that was so empty and black, and told myself I was being a faggot scaredy cat over nothing, and went to sleep.

A few hours later, my girlfriend shook my awake.

Theo, there is a man sitting on the bed across from us, watching us

She was in a weird state, clearly afraid but also quite drowsy, like she was still half-asleep. She didn't have any of that nervous fight or flight energy to her, so I took it as her having a bad dream.

But I felt really frightened too, although I didn't show it to her, because men need to be brave when women are afraid. Something just didn't feel right, it felt like I was in a bad place, and I had the strong urge to leave immediately.

But I said

You just had a bad dream. There is nobody there.

And I held her a little tighter and kissed her forehead, and cooed at her to go back to sleep.

And as nervous as I was, I went back to sleep too.

And in what seemed like a few minutes, I woke back up.

And there was a man standing at the foot of my bed.

And my girlfriend was sound asleep.

The man, or thing, or spirit, or demon, was standing there, watching me.

It was dark in the room, but this figure was darker, like it was made of a complete black void that somehow didn't seem to be static, like the actual black depths of it were somehow swirling about.

And I was frozen in terror. It is extremely difficult to describe the fear that I felt, because I have never felt fear like that. It was like I was looking at something that absolutely hated me. Not the sort of hatred you might feel for an enemy, like you want bad things to happen to them, or even the hatred you could feel towards a man you want dead.

Hatred like it wanted to make sure I existed forever, so I could suffer more.

It reached down and grabbed my foot, and began to pull me.

And it didn't feel like I was being pulled out of bed.

It felt like I was being pulled out of existence.

I had no idea what to do, so I said the Lord's Prayer.

And then it just disappeared, and it was over.

I saw something that night that was true and objective Evil.

It is easy to stop looking at the big picture when you are casually going about your day to day life, full of work and chores and tedium, but whenever I think back to what happened to me that night, I remember that there is a lot of bigger stuff going on behind the scenes, stuff that I can't really claim to understand, but I have witnessed a small portion of it, and it serves to remind me of the stakes that lay upon us.

I hope you try understand the gravity of the problem you are having, and pray for knowledge of God's Will.

I'll keep you in my prayers.

Regards,

-Theo

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Hatred like it wanted to make sure I existed forever, so I could suffer more.

That is the fate they are doomed to. That is why it wants you to join it. They are in pain, eternally. This is why responding in hatred won't fix anything, it will just make them angrier.

Saying the Lord's Prayer was a good move. It is a prayer of gratitude.

[–] • 14 pts

It is a prayer of gratitude.

Thank You, dear God, for another day, The chance to live in a decent way, To feel again the joy of living, And happiness that comes from giving. Thank You for friends who can understand And the peace that flows from Your loving hand. Help me to wake to the morning sun With the prayer, “Today Thy will be done,” For with Your help I will find the way. Thank You again, dear God, for another day.

-AA Prayer I've been saying in the morning

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> It is a prayer of gratitude.

> Thank You, dear God, for another day, The chance to live in a decent way, To feel again the joy of living, And happiness that comes from giving. Thank You for friends who can understand And the peace that flows from Your loving hand. Help me to wake to the morning sun With the prayer, “Today Thy will be done,” For with Your help I will find the way. Thank You again, dear God, for another day.

Thank you for posting this. This will be one of the few posts I save. I've never been to AA or NA for myself. My dad used to go and my sister's and I would stay in the kids room to play. I have abused the hell out of substances of all kinds in order to kill my pain. However I never had much of a problem getting up and walking away when I was ready to face reality again. Only nicotine was rough to quit. I loved cocaine the moment I first used it. I loved it enough it scared me so I knew to stay away from it or I'd become addicted. I can count how many times I've snorted coke on one hand. Granted when I say how many times I don't mean how many lines. I mean from start to stop. Sometimes one time lasted 3 days. It's why when I've read your story in particular about your struggles some time ago I can relate. I've been there. It sucks when you hate life and struggle with finding anything positive. If you ever need to chat feel free to reach out.

(Yes, I know this is off topic for the thread)

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Thank you. I could use the prayers.

[–] • 8 pts

Don't listen to the faggots that say you're psychotic or the idiots who ask you to take pictures of it. You experienced a very real and probably non-material phenomenon. Don't discount your own experience, you know what you saw.

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> Don't listen to the faggots that say you're psychotic

This is why I've only ever told a handful. People seem to fall into 2 groups. Disbelievers who say you're crazy and those who do believe. I'm highly intelligent. I know the difference between my imagination and reality. There's other anomalies in my life which lead me to believe some people may be born with specific energy signatures which make them targets. I just wish I knew more. It disappeared when I confronted it all those years ago. Why is it back?

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If I ever need writers for a screen play I know where to go.

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There was a time I stopped talking. To anyone. Ever. Slowly episodes like this kept happening until it was every night then it hit me, I stood before the gates of hell. The terror of just SEEING the gates left me in essentially screaming terrified horror running away from it. You could actually say my whole existence since then is just a definition of running away from it.

My only explanation was it is possible to die internally and I was incredibly close to full completion.

[–] • 13 pts

Many old Art Bell programs on the shadow people are still periodically played through so e stations(u7 radio, advent radio, the very best of art bell and the ultimate art bell), all can be found through many android apps such as "transistor", very interesting subject matter.

I miss the days when radio was good.

[–] [deleted] • 7 pts

She was so scared she covered her head and began praying

Indeed, you've got yourself an angel there.

I had night terrors as a child, and most of my teenage years. Was afraid to go to sleep for over a decade. I have often thought it was demons tormenting me at night.

It went away for a time, then returned with a vengence when I was about 18-19. I didn't sleep for over 3 days because of the fear.

Evil spirits exist. We are in a present darkness.

Two pieces of advice--if this faggot can offer any

  • Take what your wife did to heart. In her fear, she turned to the only being who can help, God.
  • Have compassion. I realize these "shadow people" or evil spirits seem malevolent, and they are. But realize that compassion thwarts them more than anger. Anger and hatred makes them stronger. Next time, if you encounter them, try to resist the urge to get angry and scream at them. Instead, ask it what is wrong and why it keeps seeking you out. These demons are in pain. Their desire is to bring you into that pain. But if you approach them with compassion, the veil can be broken.

Glad to hear you have found yourself an angel.

Take care.

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Yes, I have seen only one. Thankfully.

When I was 19 I had a group of 3 friends that I would hang with on friday/Saturday nights. We weren't old enough to legally drink, but a podunk bar 2 towns away from me would let us in without carding us, probably because we were decent looking young ladies, and most people in the bar were old regulars but anyway.... This bar was a 1/4 mile easy walk from girl 1's house, so we would walk back from the bar and all sleep at her (her dads) place. Girl 1 and her dad moved there from Las Vegas and they were kinda weird. They were into that edgy witchy shit that got popular in the early 2000s. I thought it was dumb but I overlooked it, even though their house had lots of symbology and stuff around, it didn't seem creepy just..... really weird. One night all 4 of us were sleeping in her living room and I woke up to what I thought was a voice. I was immediately struck with terror because the energy of the room changed so sharply, even my dumb ass new something bad was going on. I laid quiet for 10-15 minutes and then I saw it. The darkest "thing" I've ever seen was coming down the stairs up into the living room. It was significantly darker than the rest of the dark room, didn't have a clear form, and sort of looked like it was made of a thick dark smoke. It had 2 glowing red eyes...And they turned and looked right at me. I literally jumped off the couch, turned the light on, grabbed my shoes and my purse and ran out the front door to my car. It was 4 am or so and I felt clear headed and sober enough to drive, so I drove home. I never hung out with girl 1 or 2 after that, definatly never went back to that house, either. Girl 3 and I were friends and kept in touch when I moved and went to automotive school. She said she kept feeling like she was being watched, like she was seeing things out of the corner of her eye, and that she was filled with dread every time she was around girl 1. It got so bad for girl 3 that her family checked her in to a mental facility because they thought she was having schizophrenia issues. Years later I found out that girl 3 did not have mental issues, but as soon as she got out she married a pentecostal man and is heavily involved in that church. Girl 1 and her dad moved back to Vegas and took girl 2 with her. They both got addicted to pills and heroin and were basically street walkers. Girl 2 was eventually found dead in the desert, and girl one overdosed and died a few months after that.

I don't know what that thing was but it brought very bad circumstances to everyone who stayed in that room. I haven't seen it since, thank God.

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It got so bad for girl 3 that her family checked her in to a mental facility because they thought she was having schizophrenia issues.

The Medicalization of Spiritual Phenomenon

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Pentecostals are satanists dummy

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I spent a lot of time at Pentecostal church when I was a teen. They crank up worship to 11. I never caught the holy spirit but I saw people that did, its some crazy shit. Never got a satanist vibe from anyone other than some of the teens that got drug along to church with us by the girl in the neighborhood whos mom was Pentecostal. One of the guys that got drug into a prayer circle came out crying like a baby and didnt want to talk about it. I found my time in the middle of prayer circle to be akward as fuck.

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they pretend to be touched by the spirit. they pretend to speak in tongues. they funnel money. you will notice their modern hymns dont mention Christ.

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Nephalim? I just watched a lecture series by LA Marzulli. Posted by I think. Some crazy sruff until you watch them all. Those short stocky things are mentioned often. Rebuke in the name of Jesus seems to be the way.

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Why do you think some people are targeted but not others?

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I don't have a clue. At this point if I gave an opinion, I'd just be repeating what I've heard. I'm new to it all. Still processing.

[–] • 3 pts

I'm rh- I do wonder if it's connected

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Do you have a rare blood type?

[–] • 1 pt

Yes. I'm A-

This is something I've considered. Almost all my family is rh-. Very few rh+ in the family

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Amen skywalker. Only God has the power, we have to pray to him to exercise it on our behalf.

I just finished watching this program which has some really excellent teaching on binding, protecting, and delivering, and came here and found this post. The whole teaching is worthwhile but in respect to this subject I think that what is covered from 14.50 to about 51.00 is very important to know.

Midnight Ride: YT Intro - Gog the Prince of Tartaria 4-29-23 [1.28.05] https://rumble.com/v2mjwe6-midnight-ride-yt-intro-gog-the-prince-of-tartaria-4-29-23.html

(don’t know if the ping facility is supposed to be functioning but it didn’t work again for me )

[–] • 4 pts (edited )

Saw this a while ago: Shadow People and The Hat Man | Who are they? What do they want? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tsKqJay4ZRE

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The only 2 times I could see them I had just woken but I was able to freely move and look directly at them. Others don't seem to be able to. I was also able to see details on them. Not just some dark shadowy shape. I could see the stern looking face. Used to haunt my thoughts as a child.

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i hate this guy. i hate his voice. i hate his dumb fish. i hate the voiceovers he pays others to make. i hate that he tries to make his own content look scary.

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I haven’t had the experience you have, but something else that frightened me and couldn’t be explained. My advice is to pray to God or invoke the name of Jesus. I say the Lord’s Prayer and it makes me feel better, then I’m just wary and not scared out of my mind. I didn’t believe that there was true evil in this world for a very long time, but there is. Sometimes it take’s form of a dead relative, or a nightmare. Sometimes you can see it in other people. If evil exists, then so does true good, so pray to God in these situations.

My experiences were so bad as a child that I prayed to Jesus to take my soul so that it couldn’t be taken by the devil. When I go to church, or pray, or talk about the good that exists in the world these things don’t happen; my advice to you is based on my own experience and I hope it helps. Satan is real. So is God. Jesus really exists, call to him when you’re frightened. And if a voice answers back that God can’t help you or that Jesus isn’t there for you, know it’s the devil trying to trap you with a trick. You can be saved, keep praying.

Edit: there are things that are always present, but when you’re depressed or grieving they sense your weakness and let themselves be seen, or your weakened state allows you to see them. But when life is good, you’re oblivious to the the danger. That’s why it’s a good idea to go to church.

Also, church can be a walk in the woods. You can pray by just thinking about the beauty of nature. It’s honoring God’s work. Be kind to animals and those less fortunate than you, for we are all God’s creatures.

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I've always had sleeping issues. Trouble falling asleep and trouble staying asleep. All males in my family suffer this curse, averaging 4-5 hours of sleep

There's your explanation. Long-term lack of sleep will cause hallucinations of aural, visual, and sensational variety. You may "feel a presence". Your eyeballs begin to vibrate in your skull- this can cause you to see apparitions and shit out of the corner of your eyes, create "floaters" which look exactly like the "shadowy figures" you described.

If you deprive a man of sleep for 3 days, they'll tell you all kinds of absurd shit. Demons, aliens, whatever- they're all after him now. In your case, it's a long-term, slow-burn sleep-deprivation. It took years for the shit to manifest seriously for you, because you were staving it off with those couple hours of sleep per night.

Every last problem you listed off can be directly tied to lack of sleep. Or, it's DEEEEEMONS, one or the other.

Also, I can't help it, when you described your story at age 22 in the dark alley, I couldn't help but think of this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Au-u9RWe0Jo

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I'm aware of the long term symptoms of the lack of sleep. I've researched the subject trying to find solutions. It still wouldn't explain others around me seeing it.

> Also, I can't help it, when you described your story at age 22 in the dark alley, I couldn't help but think of this:

I actually thought about something similar having happened. Because if you knew me before I got lost in my own hell for almost a decade you'd never believe the path I wound up on. I was a responsible goody two shoes who was on track to becoming a doctor. Then after I confronted the shadow I became someone else. Realistically it was most likely the timing of losing my family in an accident and giving up on the world which lead me down a self destructive path.

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Yes, and they show up when you're closer to death. When the shadow people are seen at a hospital by a patient, or at home by elderly, don't discount it as drugs or whatever. Take a look around. Acknowledge what the person sees even if you don't see it, and that the person is safe and pray together.

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I've seen something like him a handful of times, usually in some kind of meditation. He shows up mess with me, spinning me in circles and leaving me disoriented when I wake up. Always that feeling that he's right there, out of the corner of my eye or behind me, yet almost always out of sight.

Differences being he's not as stocky, and I didn't physically invite him to take me (though I suspect meditating may have left a spiritual door open). Years of torment, couple years of heavy drinking, a suicide attempt, then the Holy Ghost making itself know before my second attempt.

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